Hello readers!
I know it has been a long time since I last uploaded my story, and you all deserve an explanation. This is not easy for me to write, but I am not ashamed of the battle I have been through--and continue to fight.
Simply put, in October of last year, I was hit the hardest I have ever been with depression and anxiety. I will not tell you the reasons behind it, as one of them is extremely personal. Anyways, the depression and anxiety worsened, even though I started counseling (something I had always been scared of), even though I had my amazing, unwavering boyfriend and family.
By the end of my first semester of graduate school, in December, I was in a comatose state. If any of you have ever suffered from depression and anxiety, I know you will understand when I say that I had no feeling, no energy, no hunger, no WILL TO LIVE.
After a couple of chaotic weeks and trying to find answers from online sources and doctors, that had no direction or suggestions, I finally met a doctor who took one look at me and didn't hesitate to prescribe me medication. This doctor was a godsend, who probably saved my life.
So, today, I am still on medication. I am still in love with my amazing boyfriend. I am in my second semester of graduate school. I still love hearing news about the Royal Family. I have not forgotten you at all. I am trying to take my life day by day.
I will not let depression and anxiety win. I matter. To any of you, who have also suffered from this, trust me when I say that YOU MATTER.
To end, I will try and return to my story. Thank you all for loving it during this time!
Kells