On a bad day... the thought of lifting my body up out of bed can bring me to tears.
On a bad day... someone can ask me what's wrong and I don't even have the energy to respond.
On a bad day... the anxiety in the pit of my stomach can make me vomit.
On a bad day... I'm mean, I snap, I grump, I scowl, I'm angry.
On a bad day... I cry. For hours.
On a bad day... I feel helpless and out of control.
On a bad day... I'm over energised, hyper active, never still, nervous.
This is depression for me.
One bad day, at my lowest, my very lowest... it was just one day, it was just a fleeting thought. I thought no one would miss me.
My depression was only recently diagnosed (just over a year ago) but on reflection I have been fighting this disease since my teenage years.
On a good day... I can say I have depression but I'm ok.
Kel xx
I am proud of you Kel and as a fellow depression suffer can relate to the black dog xo Cal
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