Why did I get depression?
Was it something I did? Was it something I was predisposed to? Was it something I inherited?
I have all these questions that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to answer, but that doesn’t stop them going through my head.
I feel a mixture of things right now as I’m sat in a coffee shop. I’ve been signed off work for two weeks. I know this will be good for me in the long run, but I can’t help feeling guilty. This is something I need to work on!
Everyone has been great. I find it so hard to talk to people about myself, but I needed certain people to know. Other people can mind their own business. For most people I am just unwell.
I want to fight the stigma of depression, but at the same time I don’t want everyone to know. It doesn’t define who I am or what I can do.
I’ve already created a list of things I want to do – want being the key word – while I’m signed off. I don’t want to waste this time and want to use it as an opportunity to work on getting better.
I’m not sure how much I will blog in the next 2 weeks. I might keep it light with coffee updates and things I’m loving posts and books of course. I don’t want my blog to become depression central, but I do want to help people going through a similar thing, but I’ve got help myself first 🙂