WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT?
Believe it or not, I have a hard time accepting my current state to a point where it took me months until I've finally decided to tell my parents. Honestly, I wasn't sure if I really have one. All I knew was that I was starting to get tired of living and I felt (and still feel) like I'm carrying the weight of the world. People know me as a very jolly person who can't live a single day without laughing my heart out. Prior to all of these, I promised myself that I won't end the day without making someone laugh so hard they'd fart and cry. I don't know why all of a sudden I lost track and just start crying for no reason at all?
Most people have this misconception about depression. They perceive it is an illness that is just all in the mind. I, for one had a difficult time explaining my "situation" to my parents. In fact, as of this writing, my dad still cannot fathom the fact that her only daughter is going through a struggle that is utterly incomprehensible. My mom, on the other hand is very helpful in battling my depression.