Since 2020, with my mother’s illness and subsequent death, it’s been constant. Sometimes I’m okay, but it doesn’t take much to trigger a reaction to something. This morning we learned that the granddaughter of my youngest uncle completed a doctorate in the same field that he had. I cried because I knew how proud Mom would’ve been to share that with her baby brother.
Not all the time, but often enough for it to be obvious.
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I have had depression starting from my early 20s. I didn’t finish college and fell into a deep depression for about 2 years. I started to focus on work and that took me out of my depression. I fell into another deep depression last year. Everyday was like hell and all I wanted to do was sleep my pain away. Some days were worse than others.
I wouldn’t call it bouts. It can last months or years for me. It’s more like a dark period of my life.