After two years I'm still battling depression. Well, I'm sure it started long before that with the anxiety that plagued me as a child but my official diagnosis after Natalia's birth is still running rampant.
Our country has a problem with facing mental illness and the ugly truth that it effects so many of our loved ones, and even ourselves.
Every doctor's visit starts with, "are you ready to come off the Zoloft" and my answer is always, "No." because honestly for the first time in a very long time I feel like a normal human being who can control their emotions and handle whatever the day throws at me. My depression isn't because i have a bad attitude, its because my brain is having a hard time figuring out what hormones and what not to create to keep me balanced.
Yes, some days I want to stay in bed and say "screw it" to the world. But thankfully I have my beautiful daughter to help me on those days. She's quick with a hug and a kiss these days and always ready to drag me to the next activity she wants to do. She's my motivation on the days that my medication isn't enough.
And that's okay.
It's okay to have depression.
It's not okay to give up.
I'm depressed and that's okay. I wont give up. I will keep fighting. For me. For Natalia. For everyone I love.
