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this is too relatable right now
Oh, god. How many times have I heard that?
And now, I am here with depression, anxiety and borderline diagnosis.
Sh*t happens.
Even with her harsh nature ( the metaphorical match vs Robin) she’s a deep person.
My issues did start being obvious in my teen years. Just… diagnosis was crap, treatment was crap, and that means suffering.
Now? Holy crap, we’ve got a genetic test that can rule out some antidepressants. Treatment isn’t a horror story. Now when I tell people what I’ve gone through, I can tell them these easier ways. Like I’m the grizzled veteran and not only showing that it’s possible to survive the way I went, but that they can avoid a lot of the worst side effects? I’ve had people switch from “Well… maybe I’ll get help.” to “What? I… what’s the test called again? Genesight?” And maybe they’ll actually get help?