- Mar .02 . 2019
Living with depression has been my norm since before I can remember. Even as a small child I remember myself as being sad. The truth is that I’m not really sure why.
It was bad after my accident although it was not nearly as bad as it was before and I’m not sure why that is, either.
Maybe that’s a part of my depression, I’m not sure about a whole bunch of different things. I want to succeed and I want to do well, but sometimes life is just hard. I am sure that any and every one can relate to that, at least.
It’s a weird feeling to think that my depression is a burden on my loved ones and that having depression all of my life means that I’ve been a burden all of my life. It could be true, but I have hope that it’s not.
I’m hoping by writing the real and raw truth about myself gives others courage to speak about their real and raw stories and lives. After all being an amputee isn’t always having shiny blades and being perfectly placed in a filtered photograph.
I want each reader to know that if ever there is a time that you need to speak with someone, I am always here to listen.