This video from Momversation made me cry a little bit. It made me cry because so much of what everyone was saying made so much sense to me, and because I knew that so much of it wouldn’t make sense to people who hadn’t felt it themselves. It hit me firmly in the gut because some of the women (and the one guy) talking about their depression are bloggers I read on a regular basis, and they seem to have their crap together. I, on the other hand, feel like I’m a hot mess, even when my depression and anxiety are allegedly under control.

I want to get to a point in our world where mental health issues carry the same weight as the ones that can be clearly explained by some definitive test. I want people to know how to see that something is wrong, and know what to look at and how to ask for help. I went on way too long before I knew that what I was feeling wasn’t just the way it was supposed to be for me. I feel like maybe I waited too long to see that my children were struggling with something not being right before I got them tested and treated. I want other folks to be better than I was, and what I forced my kids to be.