I silently struggled with depression for as long as I can remember. There were many days I forced myself to simply get out of bed, eat something, take a shower, or even brush my teeth. Depression isn’t the only demon I hold hands with; anxiety and PTSD have made homes within me as well.

I have always been scared to ask for help concerning my mental illnesses. If it was confirmed something was wrong with me, people would think differently. I thought pushing it all aside would make it disappear. I thought to deal with it all myself would somehow make me stronger. I thought I could conquer my demons. It was only after turning to self-harm and the worries of my husband, that I decided to seek professional help.


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