Here we are One Year Later

So it's been nearly a year to the day since the fateful doctor's appointment where I learned I had not just Depression, but Severe Depression, Severe Anxiety and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

I am happy to say I am coping and feeling like an entirely different person, but still me.

I can also say that at this point, my Depression is in remission and my PTSD is managed as is my Anxiety.

I am still taking antidepressants.  And there is a possibility I may be on them indefinitely, and I am okay with that.

I don't ever want to go back to living the way I was or feeling the way I was a year ago.

I like the me I am becoming.

I am not done finding me yet or working on being a healthier me.

Maybe one day I will find that I don't need the medication, may be I won't, but I look at it this way,
I wouldn't tell someone with Diabetes to just get over it and withhold their insulin, so why would I do that to myself with regards to taking a medication to help my mental illness?


For the first winter in nearly 10 years the Well of Darkness and Despair have not consumed me (aka Depression).
For the first time in 10 years I haven't be writing long journals of feeling out of sorts, lost, depressed.

So I say to you all, if you are struggling alone with mental illness, don't be afraid.  Go to the doctor, and if that doctor doesn't listen to you, find another one.  Don't suffer alone.  Don't suffer in silence.

It. Can. Get. Better.