I’ve struggled with major depressive disorder for basically my whole life, but was only diagnosed in 2017 at the age of 30. Growing up, I had no stability, no role models, and no way to figure out who I really was. The outcome? A girl who still has no idea who she is but is trying desperately to figure it out.
Being officially diagnosed with depression was a relief and a major setback. It finally gave me the validation that there was something wrong, but also gave me permission to sink further into depression. I could, and very often did, use my depression as an excuse. This is where I document finally taking the control back, and trying to finally heal from a lifetime of hurt and pain.
I’m so glad you’ll follow along with me.
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(Linsey and Bianca, the best dog in the world.)
Linsey 