I feel weird about how closely the author's timeline of epiphany matches up with my own, despite me having endured very different traumas and never technically suffering from depression. I kinda thought said timeline had to do with the nature of the trauma itself, but this story got me thinking that it may mainly have to do with age, instead (I must have been born around the same year as the author, by my calculations).
I still remember my own epiphany, when after seven years of not doing much with my life, I realized that it wasn't really my own until then. It was... stolen, I guess, taken away from me by circumstances? Anyhow, I remember saying "I'm taking my fucking life back," which has since become my madness mantra. And I remember standing before the doctor's office, my entire body almost shutting down at the mere thought that I was about to admit having a problem to another person. Now that I think of it, pushing that doorknob was probably the bravest thing I did in my entire life. I don't want to think what it was like for the author to put her problems for all the world to see, but I am grateful that she did.
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