Today marks my 30th birthday. As I begin a new decade of my life, I hope to write more and improve myself. This blog post is an attempt to achieve both and to speak openly about an important part of who I am.
Six years ago I was extremely depressed and sought help. This was something that was building for years, if not my entire life.
Large parts of my childhood and early adulthood were saturated by depression. Growing up on a farm meant geographic isolation and limited social interactions. When my parents were away or working, I was often left with my brother, who had a habit of being rough with me. One reminder of this is the pencil lead that is forever cemented in my right knee. I n response, I acted powerlessly to avoid future harm. This feeling of powerlessness deprived me of my voice and confidence–two pieces of my life I am still struggling with today. This was the start of feeling isolated mentally in addition to geographically. Continue reading