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A Step in the Right Direction: Embracing the Journey

Published:October 03, 2022DOI:https://doi.org/10.1016/j.jagp.2022.09.014
      Life often takes us down unknown pathways. One of those paths for me involved mental illness. I soon put the names, clinical depression, and PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder) to the awful darkness that had descended upon my life. I felt ashamed that I could not snap out of it; I had a husband, four beautiful children, and my own business. At first, I thought I was just having an off day; but days turned into weeks, then months. I couldn't concentrate, eat or sleep. I began to think my husband needed a better wife and my children a better mother. My thoughts turned to suicide. I was scared to die, but I could not imagine living in this horrible emotional pain. So, at first, the diagnosis felt like a relief: I thought that meant there was a cure, or hopefully a successful treatment.
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