My first experience with depression and anxiety began at 8 years old, and I spent the next 34 years struggling in silence. Although I could have used the support as a child, it wasn’t well received when I finally reached out in my adulthood, which made sense as to why I covered it under the rug in the first place.
When I went into inpatient, most of my family and friends didn’t visit. They didn’t ask how they could help, nor did I receive flowers, a card or a hot meal when I returned home.
Therefore, I want to discuss with friends and family how your support could make all the difference in the world to your loved one. 1.Read more on themighty.com