“Depression is a sneaky illness.” It is also a thief that robs one of their enjoyment, happiness, and life. It scoffs at boundaries such as money or fame….it loves no one.
My name is Logan and I have depression.
I don’t know how long I’ve had depression. The truth is, it’s just always been there. It took a different shape and form when I was younger, being really sad when school ended every summer and not feeling like I fit in with the other kids. Was that clinical depression? Maybe not. By high school, my self esteem was tattered at best. I remember people calling me fat and a whore, among other things. I remember desperately wanting to feel like I fit in and feel at ease. I recall lounging in bed on Saturday afternoons, wondering what my family would think if they found me dead? Would they cry over me? Would my friends from school come to my funeral?
I first knew something was wrong shortly after leaving high school. I knew it couldn’t be normal to lay in bed…
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