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My Depression

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By Shante HernandezPublished 6 years ago 3 min read
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It's A Hard World Out There

Depression is a hard thing to go through. I have been through depression since I was really young. When I lost my grandma in 2002, and my grandpa in 2012, I felt so miserable and depressed. I felt like I lost two of my best friends. I was really close to my grandparents. When I lost my grandma, I started hanging out with the wrong crowd. And I also was getting into a lot of trouble at school. I skipped school and my attitude was very horrible. Then, I was sexually assaulted from when I was 7 to 16 years old. My depression got worse and worse by the minute. I thought nobody loved or cared about me at all, because people I trusted with my life would hurt me. It was hard for me to trust other people in my life. When I started dating my husband, he would try to hold me or try to get close to me. But I would always push him away because I just got out of a very abusive relationship before I started dating him. I was so scared that my husband would hurt me just like my ex boyfriend did. But he was so patient and kind with me. It took me about a good year to finally let him get close to me.

Then, just when I thought my depression was going away, I got news that my grandpa passed away. My depression at that point was at the end of its road. My husband tried to comfort me, but I wouldn't let him. There was nothing that could make me feel better after hearing about my grandpa's death. After coming back from my grandpa's funeral, I started drinking and smoking heavily. Then my husband and I were going through that "break up and make up" phase a lot. When we weren't together, I would cut my wrist and I would go to bed hungry. There would also be times that I wanted to go to bed and not wake up ever again. Because I thought my life was officially over. I thought I didn't have anything to stay alive for. But I was so wrong, my husband and I got back together and worked on our relationship. Then we got married in September 2015. A few weeks later, I found out I was 3 months pregnant with our son Joseph. I was so scared that I wasn't going to be a good mother for my son. After I had him, I had postpartum depression badly. I wouldn't eat at all and I wouldn't go to sleep at night. When my son was about 4 months old, my father in law passed away. Everything in my mind just went black. It was like every time my depression was about to go away, something would happen to bring my depression back again.

Then my husband and I decided to move back home with my mom and my sisters. Then I found out I was pregnant again with our daughter Isabella. I wasn't as scared as last time. But I was nervous about having my kids 15 months apart. Then after having my daughter, my postpartum depression wasn't as bad this time around as it was last time. It wasn't until she wouldn't sleep through the night for the first few couple of nights. That was when I realized how bad my depression really was. My husband, my best friends, and mom really helped me get through my depression. I finally got the strength to put my depression to the side. It hit me finally, that I have to be strong for my family. I especially have to be strong for my children. How am I doing now? I'm still kinda struggling with my depression once in a while. But I'm taking it one day at a time. It's not easy and it doesn't happen overnight. But I hope to get over my depression soon. I'm just glad that I have made it this far. I never thought I would make it to today. Now I am a happily married wife and mother of two wonderful kids.

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