I am a 29 year old female struggling with depression while working and living in an area known to be the most miserable in the United States. I don’t know if the things I feel are normal and so I write.
Writing is not a new venture. I have struggled with this illness as long as I can remember and I used to fancy myself a writer as as child. It pains me to see myself as the tortured artist and the tortured writer but despite my attempts at distancing myself from those labels, I am beginning to think I may as well accept them.