Few people know that I suffer from depression and anxiety. In fact, when someone finds out they tell me they’re surprised. I don’t go out when I’m depressed. I don’t interact with anyone in person except for family when I’m having a really difficult time dealing. When I’m online, I post and share about happy things, and of course the obligatory cat and other pet memes. I’m encouraging and supportive. But inside, it’s a completely different story.
On the day I volunteered to do this article, I was in the middle of a very bad depressive episode. I felt completely worthless as if I was a total waste of space. Nothing I did had any value. I felt unloved and unworthy of any love.
Now, intellectually, I know this to be untrue. I have family and friends that love me unconditionally. I’ve made a difference in lives with the work…
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