Life often times is not as perfect as it seem for most people- we laugh, smile, put on our best clothes , have our faces made up by professional MUA like everything is perfect but in reality we have minute/big things we are battling with as individuals.
I'm Damie Alabi and this is my depression story.
Growing up for me was moral, I do not know why I always use that word but that's the best way to describe it. I was gentle more like reserved, I feared/respected my elders(which I still do) ,I did very well in school, I was/am an introvert, I mind my business etc....I was basically the perfect child( its no hype, just fact). My super amazing parents provided everything I needed note the word needed not wanted and they instilled in me the right values.
You are wondering, what does the first paragraph have to do with anything, it has a lot infact everything to do with my depression story. Imagine me a 'perfect child' with all her needs provided by her parents being depressed, what could be the possible reason for this?
I mentioned my post- problems of a fat girl- that growing up as an 'orobo'/overweight child wasn't fun at all. People in school would call me names( which I am used to now) , insult me and trample on my self confidence(which I finally got back after all these years). All of these things coupled led to serious depression for me. Although my parents have always been a strong driving force for me but there's little to what they can do.
My level of depression reached its peak in 2014, yes just last year. It was so bad that I began to have crazy thoughts and also I planned on leaving my life behind to start afresh. You are probably wondering by now, what kind of person is Damie, why will she think of these things? The truth is only victims of depression can understand the effects depression.
Its difficult for me to share this story with you 'cos I feel its what I have battled with for a few years but 'cos I am free of depression and weird thoughts, I can share this story with you.
I'll put up a post really soon on how I overcame depression and how you can but the basic thing you need to know is share your problems with someone, let it go rather than bottle it up. like they say 'a problem shared is half solved'
I know , you are probably not depressed 'cos you are fat like me or you are being bullied, it could be the loss of someone special, your job or things are not just going as they ought to- its going to be alright.
I'm a testimony of God's love, you can be too.