Am 32, have suffered from depression since about
17 and was diaignosed at about
19.Have been on and off meds the whole time. Stopped on my own when a had the good days (not the best idea) but the bads ones weren't far away. Didn't wanta be taking pills as i thought it would be admiting i was crazy or something.
Not too many people know of my condition and i like to keep it that way. Have found in the past i am judge straight away. But have recently broken up with a girl who knew and said she understood, but found out in the end she just used my condition as an excuse to end it.
Just wanta be happy and make someone happy but its hard at the moment to see how thats's possible, when you hate the person looking back at you in the mirror.