Personal Narrative: My Psychiatrics

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There is always something amazing and even downright astonishing to learn about the human mind and behavior. Personally, I have struggled with anxiety, depression and emotional issues. There was a period of my life that depression was an overwhelming battle. This period of time was extremely dark and . Many people in my life did not understand that this issue was not in my control. I have heard several times. “Snap out of it.” “Find something that makes you happy.” These people were well intentioned, but made this struggle ever harder. I was very lucky to have a Psychiatrics that I trusted with my thoughts. Thoughts that I was afraid to share with others as they scared me. My Psychiatrist listened to these dark feeling and thoughts

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