I wanted to write about depression from a personal perspective, because I very much believe I was struggling with it as a child.
Seeing anyone deal with depression takes me back to my own childhood. I wasn’t motivated, or interested in anyone or anything, and became withdrawn very early on. I don’t remember a time when I was happy. I wasn’t sleeping well, and it took me forever to get to sleep.
I had bad thoughts and never seemed to see the fun in anything. When I finally found sleep my bad thoughts would disappear, but like a faithful friend those thoughts were always there when I woke the next morning.
There was no release. I was exhausted, mum never fully understood what was going on with me. There is a difference between feeling down and feeling isolated and withdrawn. That is why I believe that what I was dealing with was depression.
I used to internalise everything, try to look at things in its entirety, so that I would come to understand how I felt. If you are feeling depressed, it is important to discuss it with family or friends, your family doctor, or whoever you feel you can confide in.
Always ask for help if you think you may be struggling with depression.