So I have treatment resistant major depressive disorder. I didn’t get relief for my depression until I was thirty-four. With my medical history and trauma background, only one in ten people matching my description make it to adulthood.

Lemme tell you, I kept trying new things, kept trying new meds, kept doing it even though it was exhausting and awful and I would rather have been dead. And finally, I found something that worked for me. And now! I can say that it was actually worth it. All that time I spent in the hell of every day, in the “nothing can be worth this,” it all paid off.

I’m not saying you should do or not do something. I just wished someone could tell me, then, that it would’ve been worth it. So I’m trying to say to you, that someday, it might.