tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652565270497580470.post9197144187124650915..comments2024-02-27T21:13:13.468-08:00Comments on Unspoken Conversations: Depression; How it Changed The Person that I AmAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12285576713037379346noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652565270497580470.post-61422393879392367102013-08-19T02:07:12.543-07:002013-08-19T02:07:12.543-07:00Great post thanks for sharingGreat post thanks for sharingAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652565270497580470.post-89756532182912548042013-08-18T05:35:09.106-07:002013-08-18T05:35:09.106-07:00Excellent post.
At the age of 15, I thought that ...Excellent post.<br /><br />At the age of 15, I thought that I was suffering from depression. I tried to commit suicide. I thought about it every day after and came to the conclusion that it was just a cry for attention. Fast forward 7 years later and depression truly hit. It took me a while to overcome but in the end, I reigned "victorious". <br /><br />It's not something that should be taken lightly! And sometimes people don't seem to take you seriously when you say 'I'm depressed'. During that time in my life, a friend had told me to get over it...black people don't get depressed. I wasn't aware that depression went by ethnicity. Needless to say, I got rid of that friend and that was a start to my cure. All of the negativity had to stop.<br /><br />I'm glad that you are free from that illness and wanting to become an advocate for mental illness. It's a passion of mine as well.<br /><br />xoEeshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11248583233709089054noreply@blogger.com