At 15-years-old, I overdosed on painkillers and ended up in the hospital for my first – and only – suicide attempt vis a vis a cry for help. I remember being relieved to get therapy out of the ordeal, but almost as soon as we had returned from the hospital, the fear of shame was instilled in me. My parents warned me not to tell anyone that I was struggling with depression. I certainly shouldn’t let anyone know why I was really in the hospital because I would be judged.
This is a long story about my long struggle with depression, social anxiety, generalized anxiety and panic diroders. If you want to skip to my advice scroll down to the bottom. It is not easy writing about something so personal, not to mention taboo in our society. But, having come out the other end of depression 4, yes 4 times, I feel it is my duty to now help other people do the same.
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