I was reading a post from a fellow blogger, who I also consider a dear friend, where she explained her experiences with depression.
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There are times when you think you know someone and then you find out something about them and it just about blows you out of the water. That's how I felt when I read Merry's blog post.
I've always adored her bubbly personality, can-do attitude and awesome mummy-skills.
But it turns out she's junked up on pills.
And Thank Christ for that - because I know I'd much prefer Merry to be happy and enjoying her life than a sad and angry Merry.
It's takes a lot of balls to 'fess up and admit we need help. Sometimes the answer is pills, sometimes it's counselling, sometimes it's both. And you know what? It doesn't matter. It's nothing to be ashamed of. There's way more people getting help than you'd think.
So if you think you're having more dark days than bright ones, seek out some help. Speak to your family. Speak to your GP. Give Lifeline or Beyond Blue a call . You're not alone.