Of course, taking anti- depressants has helped me a lot, I am not one of those people who believe that green tea, yoga, colouring books or stuff like that zaps your depression away.
Well sure, those things are a fine way to spend an afternoon, but they won’t cure a serious illness. And popping pills is not going to help me if I stay awake all night drinking coffee, and sleep all day, no matter how pleasant it might feel.
I had another epiphany today when I realized that getting better when you suffer from a severe mental illness is a life- long operation. When I was a teenager, I used to believe that someday I will “see the light” and then everything will be peaches and cream. Now I have realized that no matter how good I feel, I will continue having delusions every day, and perhaps someday I will relapse. But then again, I can always learn to dance in the rain instead of waiting for the sun to come out.
I proofread my writing and realized that I have already seen the light; I have felt so optimistic and positive for about two years now.