I’ve never been a writer. I was one of those kids who excelled at maths and science but always got below average marks in English class at school. So I never thought I’d ever be doing this. Ever. But I’m not well and it’s time for me to finally do something substantial about it. With this has come a new and overwhelming desire to write. So here I am. I want to share my journey because this time I want to get on top of this and I want to do it for real. And in the process I want to learn to love myself. Though, I don’t care if no one reads this, for me the very idea of writing it down and getting it all out of my head is enough sharing.
This sounds like an AA meeting or something but here goes nothing. I’m Jemma, I’m 22 and I’ve suffered from depression since I can remember, probably since the tender age of 8 or 9. Along the road I have picked up a diagnosis of anxiety to go with the crippling diagnosis of depression. Not a great combo. Nevertheless by some miracle I have tripped, stumbled and slithered through at least 10 years of crap to still be here today and I’m damn proud of myself for that.