My depression doesn’t define me.

Since my realisation that I suffer from depression, I've let it define me. I've let it consume my every inch of being, swallowing me and everything that makes me who I am, into a black hole. Even in times of lightness, it's still there looming, playing on repeat in the background. I had a conversation with … Continue reading My depression doesn’t define me.

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I’m Grateful for Gratitude

Practising gratitude is something I dabbled in while on one of my previous depression 'rollercoaster' trips but I never really actively got into it. Honestly, I wish I did back then though, because, I seriously think it would've stopped me from going down several slippery slopes into numbness and helped to turn my life around. … Continue reading I’m Grateful for Gratitude