This is my own experience.
At my lowest point, my symptoms were severe—hair loss and body odor so bad that others pointed them out. I couldn’t sleep properly, and on top of the typical symptoms, I was constantly overwhelmed by a sense of guilt, feeling like everything was my fault.
The main cause was my job. As a manager, I was responsible for handling others’ mistakes and driving workplace improvements. I tried talking to family and friends, but they dismissed it as “just how things are,” and no one really listened. Over time, I became exhausted and eventually hit my breaking point.
Things got worse because I couldn’t bring myself to see a doctor. Honestly, I thought I was immune to something like depression, and more than anything, I didn’t want to admit something was wrong with me.
No one took me seriously until a friend, worried about me, practically dragged me to a hospital. Looking back, that was a turning point for the better.
You never know what might spark recovery, but sometimes, if the person struggling can’t take that step, someone else stepping in to get them to a doctor can make all the difference.
It took a long year, but I learned that sometimes quitting a job is necessary, and finding the right balance in life is key to preventing a relapse.
※本記事は個人のうつ病体験談です。体験内容はあくまで個人の体験であり、医療アドバイスではありません。専門的なアドバイスを希望する場合は医師へ相談を。
※This article is a personal depression story. The content is solely based on personal experience and is not medical advice. Consult a doctor for professional advice.