The panic of the Depression loosened my inhibitions against being different. I could be myself.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I still get awful depression. It's who I am.
I had a low image of myself because I was brought up in the deep Depression.
Perhaps not being very self-aware in the past masked depression. I think I was confused. I think I was immature. I think I probably was quite depressed.
I thought depression was the part of my character that made me worthwhile. I thought so little of myself, felt that I had such scant offerings to give to the world, that the one thing that justified my existence at all was my agony.
In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression.
I kinda went through a semi-depression. Honestly. Like, I lost myself.
There's been moments of depression in my life, moments when I was in situations that I thought I wouldn't be able to get out of.
I always thought I was depressive, and I only recently realized that I have more of an anxiety disorder than chronic depression.
I felt like I was the only person on the planet with this 'thing called depression', and I remember being frightened. I was knocked out and dopey, and I cried all of the time.
My own life was filled with so much love and joy that when depression struck, it was like a prison door slamming shut and I was being placed in an isolation cell. No one else could possibly be feeling what I was. I hated my depression and all of its symptoms.