I’ve had problems with depression since I was about 12 years old, and I’ve been able to manage it without medication and with sporadic therapy up until now. I wanted to wait to try medications out until I aged out of my mother’s health insurance (I turn 26 in August) because I don’t want to bother them with the cost, and my parents don’t have very progressive views towards mental health anyway. For example, my mother just yesterday referred to Robin Williams as “a freak” for having depression. So, you know, don’t really want to deal with that.

Lately, however, it’s becoming increasingly obvious that just sucking it up until August isn’t a sustainable option. I’m so unhappy with school and work that I’m completely numb, and my attention span is totally shot. I’ve noticed myself pushing people away. I don’t have many interests anymore and it just feels like my imagination and creativity have been amputated.

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So, GT, when did you decide it was time to seek help? What was the tipping point? What was the last straw, the moment that made you go “THAT’S IT! I am getting this taken care of!”

Thanks in advance for sharing :)