I was 15 when I started seeing a counselor. My grandma had just died and my parents thought I was having a hard time dealing with it. I was. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and saw my therapist until I was about 17. At that point my therapist discharged me, telling us that I was “mentally stable.” I never thought I was actually unstable; never suicidal, homicidal or violent. Just depressed. When I turned 18, I was diagnosed with cancer. About the time we shaved my head I realized that I was depressed again. I talked to my regular
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