depression feels like a world without colour, beauty, or clarity. I call it mine because it is a huge part of me and gives me the sense that I am in control (even if I so rarely feel that way).
It has never been easy to explain to my family and friends. It is not black and white. I have lived with mental health conditions for as long as I can remember, but like many young people who wait years to be taken seriously, I did not receive a diagnosis until I was 18.
Until my first breakdown and suicide attempt. Until I was finally seen as a serious case. I now have a string of misdiagnoses in a desperate attempt to find out what was ‘wrong’ with me.
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