I always knew something was "wrong" with me. My brightest days just didn't seem as bright as they should, and I was always angry. It wasn't until 6th grade that I was actually diagnosed with depression. It wasn't really a surprise, my mom has struggled with it and my grandma too.
I'm sure it doesn't need to be said here, but the struggle is real. For me, it's been a daily reality for as long as I can remember. Survivability rate sucks. And I hope the celebrity suicides are beginning to open people's eyes around the world. I've been there where the eject button seemed like a VERY good idea.
This isn't an unfortunate minority. This is a daily struggle. It doesn't mean we're weak, it doesn't mean if we ignore it it'll go away. It means we need a change, our society needs a change.
I'm not a pill popper and I don't think we need to be. I think something else needs to be done.
In a world of depression and ADHD emotion is the enemy.
I'm saddened by today's events and I pray for his family. I hope they find a clear path through this.
