I've been chronically depressed since my teens, and taking medicine for it for the last ten or fifteen years or so.
But four years ago, my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer, and not even the medicine could stop my mental breakdown.
I still don't know why I stumbled and fell, and others didn't.
I wrecked my car.
I broke my leg.
I went on a mad online spending spree with money I didn't have.
I landed myself in a psychiatric hospital.
I no longer drive.
I no longer handle my own money.
I had emergency surgery.
I no longer leave my house except to go to work.
I live for the weekends, when I can sleep. And sleep, and sleep.
And trust me, I'm better than I was. Two years ago, I wasn't leaving the house AT ALL.
I promise I'm trying.