For years, I was always so motivated to get things done. I was on the move constantly and did everything I could to better myself. Things really seemed to be going well for a long time. In fact, thanks to this motivation I found myself getting things accomplished at an earlier age than many of my peers.
However, that all changed when I fell into such a deep depression that I no longer felt anything in life really mattered. For years, I suffered with the mild depression, but something really put me over the edge during this time in my life. The hopeless feeling is almost indescribable. If you’ve never experienced a complete lack of interest in every single thing about life, it would be hard for you to relate. During this time I began to participate in what I consider to be self destructive behavior. Things like pushing away those people who care about me, ignoring my needs, and most importantly suffering in silence. In 2008, I finally decided to start getting real help for my depression as I felt like it was no longer in control. My apathetic behavior had finally came to a head and I felt the need to change.
I wouldn’t say it was any one thing that caused me to feel the need to seek help, it was more like a combination of things.I am glad that I did get help, because my depression truly feels under control these days.
And why am I writing about all of this now? Well, this month, I turned 26.. and for the first time I am closer to 30 than 20.. and even farther away from being a teenager. This really got me thinking. Is this really it?!