I’m 29 now, a working mom with two kids. I’m active from morning these days, but just two years ago, I was deep in depression, holed up in a dark room with blackout curtains, crying all day.
My depression started at 25, four years after my mom was diagnosed. I had no clue how to help or what hurt her—her clinic wouldn’t share details due to privacy, leaving me lost. Suggesting a new clinic, she’d brush it off with “too much hassle,” and I struggled to connect with this changed version of her as time passed.
We used to be close, but I couldn’t meet her eyes anymore—same for the rest of the family. She grew isolated. One morning, I noticed something off; she was dazed. Pressing her, she admitted swallowing nearly 200 pills.
That shock triggered my depression. I blamed myself for isolating her, driving her to that point. Suddenly, my world went dark—I couldn’t laugh, get up, or escape the feeling of being dragged into a deep pit.
My case had a strong co-dependency with Mom; her instability worsened my depression. Sleep issues kicked in too—I tried various sleep meds but couldn’t even recall feeling sleepy. For two years, I withdrew, nearly giving up on living.
But my current husband saved me. He met me at my worst, yet stayed positive, sometimes tough with his words. Depression isn’t cured by meds alone—right encouragement and rebuilding confidence are key.
For me, having someone love and cheer me on, even at my lowest, was a huge step toward recovery.
As I said, I now have two kids and manage work. To anyone losing hope to depression, don’t give up. Step by step, you can overcome it.
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※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.