I was diagnosed with clinical manic depression and severe anxiety. All was well on meds. Then I went to college and decided that one tiny pill was doing nothing for me and I made it all up. Depression hit hard and I nearly failed my first semester. Couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, yet couldn't get out of bed. I contemplated every night just taking a few too many asprin. Thankfully, I was snapped out of it by my boyfriends mother and started taking my meds again. I've balanced out but it was still a scary time. I have a tattoo that says "love" on my inner wrist to remind me that I can deal with my demons. Depression is not a pleasant thing.
January 8th, 2010 at 08:43am