Asking for help is the hardest thing anyone can do.
But what's the alternative?
Depression in itself is a monster. When a person can't look in a mirror without feeling disgusted at what they've become, physically, emotionally, everything, it's a horrifying thing. It comes in waves, some days it's practically nonexistent, and you're so busy you don't have time to think. You have distractions. You can just work, ignoring the emotions. You can be content with everything. It's great.
Then comes the days when it's overwhelming. You have thoughts that scare the bejeesus out of you. You can't find the good in anything. You feel lost and confused and in over your head. Coupled with a crippling loneliness, you bottle things up until you crack, and utterly breakdown. And when these breakdowns happen frequently and become severe, you're forced to realize that you need to get help.
But it gets better. It always does.
Choose happiness.
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