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 I wasn’t motivated, or interested in anyone or anything, and became withdrawn very early on.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 the next morning.
There was no release. I was exhausted. My mum never really took the time to work it through with me, so 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 There is a difference between feeling down and feeling isolated and withdrawn.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.
We must always seek help if we think we may be struggling with depression.