My story, an introduction message

[xfundy]

8. Isn't it?

It's truly a horrible feeling. Another image I had was that if I was to be picked up like a pencil and broken in half, I would be black and sticky/oily on the inside. I'm not proud of saying that, and hope no one finds it bothersome, but it's exactly the way I felt at the time.

But the best part of the whole mess is coming through the other side of it. Of course it's an ongoing process for me, but it can be done.

Honestly, until it happened to me, I'd bought into the cultural lie that people who were clinically depressed were just lazy (!) or self-absorbed. Of course, now I know the truth, and am mad that we are still looked upon as (insert negative description here) and am determined to do something about the ignorance; it can happen to anyone.