Depression really tends to strike the most hardworking people. That’s because their dedication makes them worry about burdening their company with an illness. Even if they talk to friends who brush it off with a “nah,” they push themselves to handle it alone, overthinking until depression creeps in.
I’ve been there. My boss was useless, showing zero interest, which dumped more work on me. I struggled with it and eventually went to a doctor on my own. They prescribed meds, and I visited for about two weeks. But I couldn’t take time off, so I explained my situation to a union contact I knew and barely managed to get through it. Then, my wife’s affair hit me hard—I couldn’t focus on work, my heart raced, and I barely slept.
That drove me back to the doctor for a note to take a leave from work. During that time, I felt restless day or night—walks didn’t lift my mood, lying at home didn’t help, and I started hating myself, even wondering if the world would be fine without me. I got lost in thoughts about how this endless unease might push me to give up.
Thankfully, I talked to a friend who supported me to take it easy and recover. I ended up on leave for a year and a half. With divorce mediation piling on, my mood stayed shaky, but I eventually returned to work. I still can’t quit the meds.
I need them to sleep at night. My heart rate’s back to normal now, but I still feel uneasy at times.
※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.