Having accepted a life of lows,it was a breakdown then admission to hospital that made me realise it didn’t acquire to be that wayIn January 2014, I found myself sitting in a secure waiting room in London’s Springfield psychiatric hospital. The events leading up to my being there began as far back as I can remember. Thats the very nature of what the consultant referred to as dysthymia or chronic depression, and I was in the midst of a severe depressive episode.
My condition had been with me for so long that I believed it was just who I was. I accepted the lows as normal as an advantage,even. I felt I had something that allowed me to see the world differently, and while it made me cynical, and that was my punishment for the privilege to see what others couldn’t. Living with depression had hindered my life in ways that I had totally forgotten.
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Source: theguardian.com