I’ve been dealing with depression for years. The cause was stress from my job.
After graduating college, I joined a company that turned out to be high-pressure and tough. Slowly, the stress started breaking me down.
I could barely sleep through the night, and my appetite faded away. When it got too much, I saw a psychiatrist and was diagnosed with depression.
Treatment for depression takes time, and they said focusing on it would make recovery easier, so I took a leave from work.
That started my recovery phase.
I’m not clear on the details, but some antidepressants have stuff that might numb your hunger center—or even boost absorption?—and as a side effect, I gained about 10 kilos.
But gradually, I started sleeping again. During my worst depression, I’d forgotten how to sleep, so even medicated rest felt like a relief.
I think that was thanks to my family’s support. Alone, I might’ve overthought life, pride, or guilt about work and pushed to return too soon.
After managing to overcome depression to some extent, I could work again, but my family and I decided to switch jobs.
I figured staying at the same place would repeat the cycle. I’m not fully cured yet, but I can work normally now. That alone feels like a blessing.
※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.