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Anonymous asked:

Have you ever struggled with depression for an extended period of time? I struggle on and off and I want it to stop. Any advice would be great!

I was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Dysthymic Disorder when I was in high school. I’ve gone through several seasons where I struggled with depression. At times I have been able to overcome it with the love of my family and friends, but there have been times where I also needed the support of a psychiatrist and psychotherapist. 

The last time I found myself on rock bottom was spring of 2015, when I chose to take a leave of absence from college to focus on my mental health. I had just lost a friend to suicide and in some ways I felt like God was encouraging me to stop struggling alone and in silence. It was one of the most difficult decisions I had ever made, given how skeptical I was that medication and counseling could possibly help me “this time.” I will never forget the burden of guilt and shame I carried as my dad helped me move out of my dorm room. Only a few of my closest friends knew that I was hitting the “pause” button because the weight of my anxiety and depression was too great to bear. Let me tell you, love, it was the most life-changing season of my life because it was the first time I said “no more” to feeling hopeless and helpless. With everything on the table, I was able to learn how to show myself the same compassion I show the people around me. I would never, ever look down on someone who said they needed help – so why had I been looking down on myself for so long?One thing I want you to know about my story is that it comes and goes. I have a baseline of being at least somewhat anxious and depressed, and unfortunately I can’t take medication to help move that baseline. Returning from my semester leave, I hoped that would be the last time I needed the help of a therapist. I guess I had some lingering self-stigma about seeking mental health counsel, but I still picked up the phone and made an appointment about five weeks ago. It’s not pleasant to tell your life story over and over so that a perfect stranger can help you unpack it for the fourth time, but it’s a necessary evil when life takes its toll on your well-being. I’ve come to the understanding that this may never stop entirely. It’s the thorn in my side. It’s my cross to carry. It’s my burden to bear. But please let this be an encouragement that you are not alone. Depression does not discriminate. It was always difficult for me to understand why I was depressed despite being able to count my blessings. My advice?- Talk to yourself as if you were talking to a friend. Be kind to yourself. Have compassion for yourself. Give yourself grace. You matter just as much as the next person.- Don’t let the highlight reels of Instagram fool you into believing that you are the only one struggling with depression. Nobody posts pictures of themselves when they feel like their world is falling apart.- Do not let the voice inside your head tell you are are weak for seeking help over and over. I am so glad there are professionals who are educated and trained to help us be strong. - Know that your pain is not in vain. I promise you, what you’re going through will encourage someone who is going through the same thing. Your present will empower your future.

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I spent my Sunday evening at Dunkin Donuts with this gem of a gal. We laughed over coffee and donuts, which was much needed after one of the hardest weeks in my undergraduate career. Let me take you through a typical week. On Mondays I set my alarm for 7 AM, but hit ‘snooze’ until 7:30– sometimes even 8 (which means that by the time I wake up, I will have listened to “Tattoo” by Hunter Hayes about 20 times). Within an hour I am all dressed and ready go, ideally with a plate of bacon for breakfast (and other things, maybe). Biological Psychology begins at 9:50, followed by Microbiology at 11, and a seminar in Adulthood & Aging from 1:30 to 4. You can probably imagine my schedule on Tuesday through Friday. Needless to say, the honeymoon period with senior year is over. I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed during the first few weeks of the semester, but I’ve spent more days this past week in tears than I am willing to admit– so I’m going to admit it now, and it’s about time that I made myself truly vulnerable in this forum. There is nothing worse than spending every waking moment with your head buried in your books. Thank God I love the taste of coffee, because I’ve been drinking a lot of it (to no avail– weird). I am good at writing things in my planner and working ahead on assignments, but absolutely terrible at taking care of myself. I give and give and give, until my well runs dry. One thing you should know about me is that I am a perfectionist– and not the good kind, if that even exists. I am a compulsive proofreader, and I have the urge to rewrite my notes when I mess up the format of my bullet points. Have I been successful as a student? Yes. But I wish I wasn’t slave to my fear of failure. I shouldn’t feel like my self-worth is wrapped up in a capitalized letter or a number between 1 and 100. Sometimes you don’t do as well as you hoped, and that’s okay. I spent the entire weekend working on a research paper in psychology. Abstract, methods, results– the whole nine yards. I submitted it at noon today and planned on finishing reviewing for my microbiology midterm tomorrow. Instead I ended up in my friends room, sobbing my mascara right off my face. I felt so discouraged, given the fact that I’d been working day in and day out, only to feel like I was hanging by a thread. I took a leave of absence last semester. One of my classmates took her life in a dorm on the other side of campus, in addition to three of my friends disclosing their previous attempts in past semesters. I was heartbroken, and still coming to terms with my own mental health. I know the Lord allowed this season into my life, because if it wasn’t for this, I would have never taken steps to heal. I have Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and by virtue of that, am also predisposed to depression. The hardest part of packing up my things and heading back home was looking at my feet every step of the way so that no one would ask about all the boxes– I was ashamed and afraid. I didn’t want to feel “less than,” simply because I needed help. I’m rambling now, but I just wanted to share this part of my life with you. It isn’t the whole story, but it’s enough to hopefully show you that you are not alone. Your struggles don’t define you– but if you allow them, they will make you stronger. Don’t feel like you’re unworthy because the imbalance is in your brain and not elsewhere in your body. Be empowered– each and every one of you. For the first time in my 3+ years of college, I got over my pride and told my dean that I was crumbling under the weight of my course load. I have big dreams, and I realize that taking care of myself is essential to getting there. I will be hearing back from my top choice graduate school program very soon, and I have been incredibly humbled by God’s grace throughout this whole process. There are nearly 30,000 of you, and I figured it was worth making myself vulnerable if that meant one of you might feel hope for the future. Love yourselves.

P.S. I am the girl in the glasses. In the picture on the left I am waiting to get hopped up on caffeine (which never happened)

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