Recently my mental health has taken a little bit of a tumble, and while I’m taking the steps to get myself back on track I will admit that for a while I felt very ashamed.
I’m by no means a stranger to mental health issues, I’ve battled depression on and off since I was about 14 and I honestly can’t remember at time where I wasn’t riddled with anxiety. Yet somehow when I felt the big black cloud of sadness come creeping back in a few months ago instead of dealing with it head on like I usually do, I ignored it. Just pretended it wasn’t happening. Which I think we can all agree is the worst thing to do.