I never thought I had depression; sure I felt sad a lot and I cried sometimes, but I wasn’t depressed. I can’t tell you how many times I told people I wasn’t depressed; this should have been my first clue that something was wrong, but having depression meant I was weak and I wouldn’t let people think I was weak. I mean what did I really have to be depressed about? I was married to the only person I have ever truly loved, we had a wonderful kid, and we were living in my hometown; nothing to be depressed about there.
It wasn’t until I experienced a severe trauma that I realized I had been depressed for years and just couldn’t admit it. I look back on all the years of denial and wonder how different my life would be if I had sought out help earlier. While my life now is far from perfect I am able to talk about the way I feel and I am working with my doctor to get the correct balance of medications to make me feel better.
I know I can’t change my past and the time I wasted, but I hope I can help others know that depression is nothing to be ashamed of. I work with college students, many of whom are having a difficult time. I try really hard to openly talk about the issues I have had in my life so hopefully they will feel comfortable too. I don’t want them to spend years being ashamed of themselves or just putting on a happy face for the people around them.