2017 marks the last full year of my twenties. A few years ago, I was deeply terrified of turning the big 30. For me, physically aging wasn’t the problem. The added responsibility associated with adulting gave me immense anxiety. My lifestyle at 24 wouldn’t work for me at 30. This new decade comes with another layer of accountability that no one really expects from you in your twenties.
WHERE MY DEPRESSION STARTED
My first bout of depression arrived in the first grade and I didn’t even know it.
On the first day of school, I remember my mother and I were running late. The entire car ride, I imagined the bell ringing and my teacher banishing me from the classroom Miss Trunchbull style like Matilda for being tardy. I felt overwhelmed at just the thought of being the last student to walk into class. Luckily, I was the next to last child to take my seat.
A few parents, including ...