I have already written about depression, but wanted to elaborate more on the subject from a personal perspective, because I believe I had depression as a child.
Seeing someone deal with depression takes me back to my own childhood and believe that what I’m seeing is something that I experienced all those years ago. I wasn’t motivated or interested in anyone or anything and became withdrawn most or all the time.
I don’t remember a time when I was happy. I was angry most of the time, but deep down I always had a heart of gold. Looking back, some of my symptoms were indicative of depression. Having Cerebral Palsy with no emotional support is the reason.
I didn’t sleep well, had bad thoughts and never seemed to have fun. It also seemed to take me forever to get to sleep. When I finally found sleep my bad thoughts would disappear, but like a faithful friend those thoughts were always there the next day. There was no release. I was exhausted.
My mum would sit with me occasionally, whilst she went through my bedtime routine. She didn’t look to understand so never fully understood what was going on for me. My mum would ask me to count sheep, or think about something nice so that my bad thoughts could be replaced with good ones, but I lacked imagination and the exercise became fruitless.
Of course, there is a difference between being down in the dumps and feeling isolated and withdrawn, but looking back I firmly believe I was dealing with depression.
Always seek help if you think you’re dealing with depression.