I have been battling depression due to the death of my father for eleven years-and last year, a year ago this month in fact, I finally decided to do something about it. I have been on depression meds of one kind or another for a couple years, but it wasn’t enough. So, I saw a therapist, and six months later, I felt like I was strong enough to handle my depression on my own, with the help of a new, better medication. I was right…things seem to have improved in my life drastically-even though I still have REALLY bad days, and probably always will. I know also, that I can always go back to her if things start going back downhill for me.
