Depression, Anxiety, and Asexuality
No matter what I did, there was a lingering feeling that something about who I was, wasn’t OK.
Topic: depression
No matter what I did, there was a lingering feeling that something about who I was, wasn’t OK.
It took me a long time to embrace the ugly side of self-care. I’m a perfectionist at heart, so whenever I’m not at my best, I consider it a failure.
Demi Lovato is only human. It feels important to start with that. It’s a simple fact, indisputable, but it’s one that can be easily overlooked.
It wasn’t my job to educate the locals about mental health or de-stigmatize an entire country. And if it ever got to be too much, I could always go home. Simple enough. Easy.
Then I find myself crying at my desk while working on Excel spreadsheets and email templates. I excuse myself to the restroom. Because nobody wants to see that, right?
All you need to do today is make it through today. And if you are capable, go one step further, and simply recognize that the voice inside your head, is just that.
My courage began with learning English at the age of 7. I was never very good at it. I remember sitting in front of a stranger whose first and only language was English. I felt intimidated.
We are soldiers in an invisible war few people can even begin to comprehend. We are warriors fighting countless battles each and every day. And even when it feels as if we’re losing, we keep going.
Today, I woke up. Despite wishing before I went to sleep that I wouldn't.
It’s easy to believe that fame, professional success, wealth, or adoration can protect people from pain, but that is not true. Addiction doesn’t discriminate. Depression doesn’t care if you’re great at what you do.
I’ve been through this before, and so have the people I’ve reached out to for help. This isn’t a path meant for one, and that’s something I’m beginning to understand. I’m not alone.
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