Let me tell you a story about who I am right now. I’m scared, I’m self-conscious, I’m stressed all the time about the most insignificant things, but I’m also worried about very real, very significant things.
This depression comes and goes, but over the last few weeks it’s been very present. In fact. It’s been ever present. I don’t really understand why some people are able to live their life without this ghost, this dark shadow following them around, peeking from behind every corner. Maybe they don’t feel deeply enough or maybe they’re just lucky.
Compared to many others with this condition, I’m what you would call a ‘success story’ – yes, people who know what I’ve been like in the past actually refer to me as that. I smile, I have friends, I have a great family, I’m smart, I care about how I look, I’ve completed three degrees and I have a full time job at one of the biggest publishing companies in the world, but for some reason I still just feel like I’m treading water.