I have Depression, Anxiety and PTSD so what?

I am so open about it because there should be no shame in having to cope with any of those mental illnesses.
There are valid reasons, situations and circumstances that resulted in me developing Anxiety, Depression and PTSD.

Will I need to be on an antidepressant for the rest of my life?  Maybe, I don't know.

And I am okay with that.

Because the way I was before I found the right medication and amount for me was not the me I wanted to be.  It was a dark, horrible place to be in.

I feel like the me I was before I remembered the stuff from my past.  The me who when working with children had an infinite amount of patience, who wanted to go out and be social, who wanted to get up out of bed. I want to spend time with my child instead of feeling like it was a chore.
And me admitting that while I was at the bottom of the well of depression, anxiety and PTSD that I spending time with my child was a chore doesn't make me a bad parent.  Especially since it was just a chore to get out of bed.  That is what Depression does to you.  It shuts you down and it puts a cloud of dread and darkness over all things good.

I don't feel like I am about to fall to pieces at the smallest thing.  I don't spend endless nights awake worrying about stupid useless things and then beating myself up for worrying about stupid useless things.  I don't rip peoples's heads off and hand them back them for the slightest frustration.  My memory is better AND I sleep well when I do sleep.

Now I periodically suffer the bad night with regards to the stuff that is the root of the PTSD.  With counselling starting, this has been a problem lately, but nothing in comparison to the past.

Yes I have been blogging in some detail about my journey with counselling and the PTSD and it is open to be read by the public, but because the situation doesn't just affect me but others personally on my facebook, google+ etc  I have only posted it to my LiveJournal.  If you wish to read those blogs, let me know and I will redirect you to my LJ.

Of course having said everything above, doesn't mean every day is a wonderful.  Some days are still hard.
They just aren't near as hard as they were before I asked for help.
And asking for help didn't result in the world ending.

And I am not alone.

And so I hope someone out there who is stuck in the Well of Depression that I was will read this and realize they can get help and there is nothing to be ashamed of.