It’s a long and grueling story of how I first became acquainted with depression, of course after first meeting his henchman anxiety with his trademark panic disorder technique. But, that’s not what all this will be about.
It will be about why I chose to be a Psychology major after 5 years of depression, anxiety, and while still having an eating disorder.
It will be about how I overcame most of the symptoms of anorexia and at least gained my physical health back, plus extra. There’s still work to be done with the mental symptoms, but it’s about the journey right?
It’s about how now, in my junior/senior year of college, I am finally seeking the help I’ve so desperately needed so many times in my life. How now that suicide was actually an option, when I held the pills in my hands, I turned away.
This story starts today, after dragging myself off the the couch and my depression-induced stupor and getting a haircut. Keep in mind, this haircut is of grave importance and is allowing me to feel a little better and write sensibly now.
There will be dancing involved, you have been warned.
Oh, and some taiko if I’m lucky.
Here we go…
