I didn't know it would happen; no one saw it coming. One minute, I was a happy perfectionist with hope and dreams, and then-bang! I was a whole new person. I became unstable, hopeless, isolated, and overwhelmed with sadness; where I'd helplessly cry for hours without sound or reason on a day-to-day basis.
I didn't choose to be like this: to be stuck with condescending voices in my head every day, or to be trapped inside a frosted glass box,where everything appears muddled and unclear. It was not my choice. My brain is on a self-destruct mode,but I don't want to die. I simply want the pain to end.
Mental illness is no joke. It took me one,long,horrifying year to realize that I had clinical depression. There were no visible scars, diagnosable symptoms or any physical tests that could prove to me that I was sick. I was sick without even knowing it.