
What I Learned When I Dropped the Depression Label, Owned the Bipolar One, Took Medication, and Stop
When I first told my parents I was depressed, the second thing that followed was "I'm so sorry." When I went to pop my first antidepressant, all I knew was that I should take it in the bathroom, not at the table. It was my last resort, that pill, and one for which I had to unlearn shame. Lucky for me, the shame subsided at the thought of how silly it is to hide something that could just as easily have been a blood pressure medication. I am optimistic about what seems to be a