The Road to Recovery

I recently hit a really big milestone in my life.

It has been more than four months since my last major depressive episode.

That has never, I repeat, never ever happened to me.

In fact it’s so rare that instead of tracking my “depressive episodes” I track my “okay episodes”. Which is time spent between my “normal” depressed states.

Normally, an “okay episode” lasts a week or two. Rarely it can last as much as a month, and three times in my life has it lasted more than a month, none of which were before I became an adult. The first was 2007 when I started college. That lasted 3 months. The second was the summer of 2012, and the third spring of 2013, each lasting a month or two.

So I am in completely uncharted territory with my mental health right now. I never expected this would be possible. After all, if you were to spend 26 years in a state of turmoil more than 75% of the time, what would you believe? That there was hope over the horizon? Or that hope was a silly thing people made up to help children deal with the harsh realities of life, and real adults knew better than to hope for a happier future?

Well the past four months have restored that hope for me. The hope that I can be okay for long stretches of time, the hope that I can be in touch with the parts of myself that love, create, work hard, and feel accomplished. The hope that I will continue to develop the will to live, and to live fully. The hope that when my depression does return (more on that later), I will be able to weather the storm with acceptance and compassion for myself. The hope that when I do experience hard times, I can remember that it’s not always like this. Not all the time, not forever.

I have become very in tune with a life of “this too shall pass”.

Even the good stuff.

Even the bad stuff.

Looking back on how I feel when I’m depressed I know that if I was reading this article by this point I’d have done one of two things

  1. Told myself “yeah congrats to that person, but it’s just not going to work out that way for me” and closed the tab.
  2. Screamed at the screen BUT HOW!?! And scrolled down to see if there’s a bulleted list somewhere of things I can try.

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