Growing up in a strict fundamentalist background, I was taught that depression was just anger and self-pity. Being told by my authority figures that my depressed feelings were sinful and “so much [nonsense]” caused me to feel like a defective human being.
I hated myself because I couldn’t be the vibrant, constantly smiling woman I was expected to be. I wanted to either die or miraculously change who I was.How did you overcome this experience?After leaving organized religion, I went to a doctor who diagnosed me with major depressive disorder and prescribed antidepressant medication.
Putting a name to my situation was a huge step toward healing. I work with a mental health coach and practice mindfulness to address the past and move forward.He
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