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I haven’t written in a while because, well because… I think I’ve fallen into a depression. I’ve written many articles about Anxiety, Panic Disorder and Depression, always urging people to seek help if needed, easier said than done when you may not recognize that it’s taken a hold of you.
The grip of depression can be so tight, you may not even realize it’s seized you until the walls seem to be closing in around you and it feels as though you are suffocating slowly.
I haven’t been myself for some time and I’ve been blaming my emotions or lack there of on fears I’ve been facing for some time. I’m sure the real fears have factored in but where does stress and real fear cross the line and lead to a clinical depression?
I’ve actually felt embarrassed to speak openly about my illness and I’m not sure why? I am a strong advocate for those who suffer from Mental Health issues and ending the stigma attached to them. Obviously, I feel or know that deep down there is still a stigma attached because I’ve sensed since I’ve become ill that I’m annoying those who love me and quite literally pissing them off. To know that you you are unwittingly hurting and pissing those off who love you is enough to withdraw and try so hard to hide what’s really going…
