I think finally I’m starting to understand what it means to have depression and anxiety.
Ever since my first doctors trip I’ve felt alone, sure some people have been there trying to help me, they tried to be there but it didn’t really help me. The one person I wanted to understand the most isn’t qualified enough to help me or support me.
I have been reading up a lot on people’s stories and how different people cope and that has helped me realise more about my self. I said from the beginning I didn’t want to talk about things, o never wanted to sit in a chair and tell someone who didn’t know me all the darkest points in my life.
It’s taken me this long but I have realised…
I don’t have to be alone, I do have people out there who do actually want to help, who want to know how I am doing and when things get bad. It may not have been the people I assumed would help me but It’s people who genuinely care for my. I guess there’s nothing else I can ask for then to be cared for.
