It took me a long while to make this post. First it took a while for me to realize I needed to write it. Then it took me a while to find the time and mental ability to write this emotional piece and then it took me a while to decide to publish it. So this is several months in the making, but here it is. This is the completely raw and unequivocal, honest and vulnerable story of me and my journey with depression. In high school and college I was always an exceptionally happy person. I loved people, my friends, my parents and, occasionally, my siblings ;) I was extremely active in my high school academics and choir program. I remember always thinking highly of myself, not in a prideful or condescending way, but rather I would say my thoughts and feelings towards myself were mostly, if not always, positive. I considered myself to be beautiful, smart, talented and funny. I was, honestly, a very strong minded and resilient person. I loved my church and the relationship I had formed with G...
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