I developed depression due to bullying in elementary school. I went through health room visits, skipping school, and eventually got admitted to a psychiatric closed ward.
Depression might have a bad image, but there’s a lot you can learn and think deeply about because of it.
Through depression, I understood the fear of death and the value of life.
Even when I felt overwhelmed by dark thoughts, I learned you can’t treat life carelessly. Life isn’t just yours to handle—it affects many people.
You can’t just end things on your own. Even after, there’s cleanup and consequences, so I’ve come to feel that ending your life is never the answer.
If both dying and living cause trouble, I think it’s better to live joyfully.
I’m glad I had depression.
It might sound wrong to say that, but for me, it’s true.
It taught me the meaning of life, and it’s been full of good lessons. Knowing pain is actually a valuable experience.
People who go through this can become kind humans. Being kind is better than being strong—it’s what makes a person truly wonderful.
It lets you think about the smallest things.
I’m still recovering, but I want to heal, find my happiness as a woman, and keep pushing forward.
My job is to live. Living is tough, but it’s good—it’s amazing.
Even if things are rough now, I’ll keep trying to make them better!
※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.