Would it also feel 100 times better to beat cancer for real by yourself, without some random-ass chemotherapy? 🙂 I wasted three years of my life, lost my job and my marriage trying to “be strong” and beat depression with the power of my mind alone. I feel now that I was being overly proud. I needed help, but refused to seek it. I needed medicine, but refused to take it. And it was the people who loved me that suffered most for my pride, who worried about me and exended huge amounts of energy trying to lift me up. I don’t think I’ll be on anti-depressants forever, but even if I am, so what? Diabetics are on their medicine for life, and nobody bats an eyelid. The only reason mental illness is seen as different is because of the perception that it’s the sufferer’s own fault for being ill. This is a very damaging myth that needlessly stigmatises people. Of course, nobody can make the choice but the individual. But personally, I wish I’d been brave enough to make it years ago

Much love