It is widely assumed that you cannot possibly have depression because there always people ‘worse off’ then you. That is true but it isn’t some sort of binary choice and it’s not as if I have made a choice either. I wish I could be content but something in my make up gets in the way.
Times when I was drinking too much, or having a lot of suicidal ideation, starving myself and binging and purging. But I am still here. My friends and family have been such a love and support. I have let go of so much of that internalised anger and chosen love.
If illness leads to a downward spiral, then health leads to an accelerating upward spiral. I’m not entirely sure where the threshold between up and down is located, but I know it is blurry.
Physicians are just as equally susceptible to the many diseases that they diagnosis and treat; this, of course, includes their mental health.
Hopelessness and I became best friends. And I found this friend sitting on my lap again as I sat in the psychiatrist's office, getting my official diagnosis.