In my teens, I was bright and had no trouble connecting with the world. But in my 20s, my mind and body started changing bit by bit. I didn’t realize I was slipping into depression as the pain crept in.
It started with headaches and stomachaches. Then came sleep problems. Soon, I was feeling down a lot.
As these symptoms grew, I stayed home more, talked less with family, and even felt like avoiding them. This went on for about ten years.
I knew I had depression, but meds were the only option, and everyone seemed to give up on anything else. Then I met a counselor who helped me turn things around.
The cause was tied to past experiences—childhood neglect. Healing that trauma and facing my past helped me slowly start to confront myself.
I’m not fully there yet, but I can now feel that being alive is a gift.
You might have an overlooked past too. Don’t give up, and please take care of yourself.
※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.