Depression is conceiving to everybody. Depression does not have a face and it’s hard to tell if someone has depression just by looking at them and even emotionally it is hard to gauge because it is very very easy to hide.
In the above photo you would not think I was suffering from depression at the time, it was taken 3-4 weeks after we received the diagnosis of N’s genetic condition. I was having a huge internal struggle with it all. I look happy, carefree and generally at ease with myself but actually I’m not. That is how deceiving mental health is.
The above photo, I took not long after having my 3rd son, suffering with Post natal depression. He was not an easy baby, he cried every waking hour and my husband found me one day rocking in the corner of the bedroom sobbing my heart out while my middle child and newborn were crying in the next room. I felt defeated and hopeless and suicidal. I admitted defeat and shortly after I was referred to the mental services and placed back onto medication.
Looking at me you would never think I ever had a childhood robbed from me, that I was physically and sexually abused as child. That I was affected by PTSD, body dysmorphia and depression. That is the faces of depression. We must be kind to people because at the end of the day you never know what is going on in their life, what their struggles are and what they are dealing with. We may look okay on the outside but on the inside we can be a absolute mess. Just disguised with a mask.