My Life Got Better When I Accepted My Depression Wouldn’t
The moment I realised I couldn't solve my depression like a math problem was the moment I stopped feeling like a failure.
Because my baseline mood was a feeling of anguish and misery, I had no idea anything was wrong. I assumed self-loathing and malaise were just a part of the human condition.
The relief I felt at my new diagnosis was like taking off your Spanx after a wedding with an open bar and midnight buffet. Suddenly, I could breathe.