Like a nervous alcoholic attending their first AA meeting, I stand before you and say, “Hi, my name is Dave, and I suffer from depression.”
In my early twenties I was diagnosed with a mild form of depression. I’m sure if depression were a more talked about subject, I would have been diagnosed years earlier, but because it was still had some stigma around it, I just hid my struggles. I thought I was a smart guy, and that if I just focused hard enough I could control my feelings. Finally when the doctor talked to me about the test results he had run on me, and prescribed anti-depressants, I realized that maybe it was something that was stronger than I was.