This past year has been life-changing for me and it all started from the bottom of a hole. Over the past year it has become a lot easier for me to talk about it, but I was in a really dangerous state of mind at the beginning of Summer 2017. Getting out of bed was an achievement for me. I was depressed, but unlike other times I've felt depressed, this point in my life really scared me. I didn't want to live anymore.
Luckily, I had the courage to seek out counseling for my mental state. Something that I assumed would only be temporary for a few sessions to get me back to "normal". I think as a society we sort of perceive counseling in a poor light. As if you might've failed at something. At least I know that's how I sometimes thought of it. Whether your marriage is failing or you are unable to cope with certain realities, seeking help feels like a last resort and that makes me sort of sad. After a year and a half of seeing a licensed therapist at least once a week, I can now vouch for its powers