When you’re feeling powerless and you think you’re in the grips of a debilitating illness, you may not be alone.
For those of us who are suffering from depression, it can be difficult to talk about and acknowledge that our lives have been shaped by trauma and depression.
For others, it’s just not something they can talk about, much less discuss.
But as a sufferer of depression and anxiety, I believe it’s my responsibility to do so.
I’ve always believed in myself as a strong woman and I never thought about the mental health effects of being a woman on the other side of the gender binary.
I’ve never understood how that made me feel, so I never really looked into it.
But when I started to read articles on mental health by women writers, I started questioning my own beliefs.
What I found out was that there are some mental health issues that are very real, especially for women of color.
They are not only prevalent among women, but also among men and transwomen.
We are often the victims of mental health disorders when we are young, when we’re growing up, when people we care about are passing away.
It is very common to hear that mental health is a woman’s issue, that women are less likely to seek help.
I know there are still many misconceptions about mental health and mental health in general.
But what I did find is that a lot of people don’t have an understanding of how mental health affects all people.
And that’s why I decided to start this blog, where I’ll be sharing my personal experiences with mental health.
For those of you who are just getting started on your journey to mental health, I’d like to share some things I’ve learned along the way.
When I was younger, I used to get very anxious.
I didn’t have any control over my emotions, and I couldn’t make decisions about my life.
I was an outcast, an outsider, a weirdo.
I always felt like I was being judged and judged all the time.
When I was in college, I was also depressed.
I used drugs and alcohol.
When things got out of hand, I would cry and think that I was crazy.
I was also a person of color, and as a transwoman, I experienced a lot more oppression than I thought I was.
Being black, I had a lot less support and opportunities for advancement.
And as a person who is queer, I often felt like being queer was a crime and that I should be ashamed.
I knew that depression was a real, debilitating illness that affected me physically, mentally, and emotionally.
When depression came to me, I felt like it was a natural part of being alive.
I felt a lot like my whole life was in a state of chaos and stress, and this depression had to be something that was going on inside of me.
I wasn’t in control of it.
It was something that I had to face and deal with.
I couldn to just be miserable.
So I started using more psychoactive drugs and getting in trouble with the law for drugs.
I got really into the internet and reading a lot, but I also became obsessed with how I looked.
I started to become more self-conscious about my looks and began to think that it was the wrong thing to do.
I began to obsessively obsess over my weight and what other people thought about me.
It’s one thing to be a beautiful, gorgeous woman, but what I found was that I could look like a beautiful woman but I could also look like I wasn.
I started looking at the world through the eyes of a man.
I realized that there were other women like me who were able to look beautiful, but they didn’t look like me.
When my depression became too much, I stopped seeing my therapist and began using marijuana instead.
I also started drinking more and eating healthier.
I even started going to my own bar.
The last few months of my life were filled with self-destructive behavior.
And I didn-I still don’t know how I got to this point.
I am still working through that, trying to make the best out of the challenges that I have and how I am able to make a positive change in my life, even if it takes a lot to do that.
But, there is a silver lining to all this.
Because depression is so serious and debilitating, people often forget that depression and suicide are not the same thing.
It happens to people in many different ways.
And so if someone has a terminal illness, they are less able to talk to people about their depression or to get help for their depression.
I learned that not only is depression not the end of life, it is not even the end in itself.
There are many different types of depression that can impact our lives.
So you don’t want to be alone, but you also don’t need to have depression to feel miserable.
And because it’s so common, you also need to speak up