It’s been more than a decade since I was finally able to reach out and get help for my depression. I found a medication that helped me gain stability, and I decided to give therapy a shot. I’ve never been good at asking for help, however the support and guidance I got from my parents was really helpful in the initial years when I was still trying to find my emotional footing. Both of them struggled with depression and had some great insights for me. Here are some things that really helped me during that confusing time:
I remember the first time anyone ever talked with me about their depression. It was an incredible experience. The person described the same extremely negative feelings I experienced about my life when describing her own. She even used the exact same words I’d used only days before when taking inventory of how I felt about myself. It was even more surprising to learn that there were other ways to think about life and that there were things I could do to help myself feel differently. Continue reading
Making friends in college is freaking easy. We’re around people our age with a lot of similar interests (like your entire major and all the nerdy stuff people in your major do). All your friends are generally within walking distance. Everyone loves hanging out in groups and having events and going to dining halls. You have at least one de facto thing in common no matter what: griping about professors. It’s difficult not to make friends. The hard part comes after you graduate.