My demons

You can't run, you can't hide... Can't lie either. Everyone's got demons. Skeletons in their closets.
Mine aren't so bad I guess, come to think of it. They're just embarassing sometimes.

This year marks the one year milestone since I was diagnosed with depression paired with severe anxiety. I never thought I would have mental problems. I was embarrassed at first but am not so much anymore. Psychiatric problems are very common, many people around the world suffer from some sort of psychiatric or psychological illness.

I feel much better now, if you were wondering. I do not feel the way I did a year ago anymore but I still have to take medication. It's nothing too strong but good enough to give me the sleep I need and get me going in the day.

What embarassed me the most last year was my frequent visits to the Douglas Mental Health Institute... I mean, we all know what this hospital represents... And being refferred to the Douglas made me feel really self conscious. But you need to take a step back and see that prejudice and ignorance forms your ideas and presumptions about mental health, when in fact it is just as normal to meet a psychiatrist for depression as it is to see a medical doctor for your tonsils.

I don't exactly know how long I must take the medication, wether it is for life or if one day my doctor will gradually make me get off them. One thing I know for sure is I will never beat myself up again and delay myself from seeking help. I also hope, of course, that one day I could live my life like I use to, medication free.