When I’m writing about or talking about depression, my greatest fear is that my depression will be all that I’m seen by. All that I will be judged by. It might seem like the main part of my life. But I, and all others with mental illness, are so much more than that.
Obviously, I’m depressed. But I’m also (for the most part) a very happy person. I have an adorable little sister, fantastic, understanding friends, hobbies, teammates. I have my own opinions I want to tell and other things to talk about. I will not restrict myself in what I write.
Depression does not define who I am.