It hasn’t been long since I’ve been diagnosed with this thing called depression. Yes there are probably a set of symptoms that doctors use to diagnose a patient, but I also feel that everyone suffers in their own unique way.
This is in no way a representation of how others with depression feel. I don’t want to generalise this illness.
I’m a lot better now than when I first sought help. It’s been a weary journey to recovery but I’m really proud of myself for coming this far. It’s really hard to say exactly when I started feeling this way but I’m really glad I didn’t allow myself to spiral down too far before seeking help.
I have days where I feel really satisfied with myself and where I truly do believe that I’m doing a good job, but there are also other times where I feel extremely useless and much like a dead weight on the entire world. It’s this sinking feeling that somehow manages to envelop your entire body in an extremely viscous sense of sadness. Once that happens, I can’t get anything done at all, more so when the stuff that needs to be done is especially important.