In 2019, I went to a psychiatric hospital after battling suicidal thoughts, abusing my anxiety meds and hitting a low I didn’t know was possible.
For six weeks, I was away from my family, which is almost as painful as fighting depression and anxiety. While I was there, I was assigned a psychiatrist, social worker, therapist and a psychologist.
I underwent many psychiatric tests and was taken off all my psychiatric medications. It was rough. I knew I had major depressive disorder (MDD) because I’ve struggled with depression for almost two decades.
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