As I’ve previously mentioned, years before I was diagnosed with depression in mid-2007 several people (including myself) suspected that I was already suffering from mental illness.
Most of the time I dismissed my problems in life as “failure of character” – and some of them were – but sometimes I wondered (as did others) if there was something genuinely wrong.
The first time it was suggested that I seek professional advice was in my mid-teens, one of the most wretched periods of my life (I still consider 1985, the year I turned 14, to be one of my worst years ever). I declined, however, because the idea of seeing a ‘shrink’ was intimidating and off-putting.
The next time I thought about seeking professional advice was in 1994 during my early twenties, which was another dreary period of my life. One night I came home badly shaken because of how I had over-reacted to a workplace situation, and I said to my eldest sister (whom I was living with at the time) that perhaps I should do something. In the end I didn’t, though, because this time it was the expense of seeing a professional that was intimidating, especially as I was only working part-time.
It wasn’t until the early-mid 2000s when I was in my early-mid 30s that I finally sought professional help.
At the end of 2002, one of the worst years of my life, I did a week-long self-help course in the hope that it would help me change myself for the better.
In early 2006, after one of the most frustrating and troubling work experiences of my life, I saw a psychologist for the first time and a total of six visits.
One of those experiences was very helpful. The other experience was also helpful until one unfortunate day six months later.
Both experiences prepared me for mid-2007 when that new chapter in my life began.
This series will look back at what happened in 2002 and 2006, and the impact they had.
Until next time, stay well and take care 🙂