I’m 47 years old and have been dealing with depression since I was thirteen. In my book, I’m a survivor. There are many people that don’t make it this long.
I’ve had three hospital stays and as many medical leaves from work and school. And a year ago, I thought I was ready to give up, again. So I took another medical leave, changed my medication, participated in group therapy and put my life back together, again.
I returned to the same job, in spite of the failure fears and imaginations that everyone was talking about me. I reminded myself to hold me head high, and just do the job.
And today I am once again respected at work for the job I do. Hey, it may not be what I planned, but it has never been boring.