When I reflect back on the stigma I felt about my disorder, I remember feeling weak. But in healing, I discovered just how much it had empowered me, as a person. Living with depression – the mental battle scars – equipped me with a depth of understanding about a disorder that is so misunderstood by nearly every facet of society. This experience gifted me the aptitude to connect with others who suffer, on a personal and intimate level. It has enabled me to make a difference in many lives.
Where’s the weakness in that? Stigma is the dark cloud – not depression.