My name is Angelica, and this is me.
Major depressive disorder.
After getting in a pretty bad car accident during fourth of July weekend, my friend forced me to get help. I’d probably be dead without her.
I’ve opened up about this with my immediate family and closest friends, but it’s not something I’m ready to disclose to everyone. I guess opening up to strangers is easier for me.
I have mandatory bimonthly doctor’s appointments. My managers think they’re crisis counseling because of the accident.
Though I hate the idea of medication, the change it has caused is immense. I can finally enjoy my daily life. Most of the time. It’s no miracle cure, that’s for sure. And my issues have caused me to be kicked out of the best job I’ve ever had. And I miss it everyday.
And…the end. I guess.