I was a teenaged runaway. I ran away from life and disappeared into a dark hole named depression. It was not diagnosed until I was well into my 20s. I just thought that life sucked for everyone. I used to think that everybody thought that they would be better off dead. Somebody had to tell me that it was abnormal to think that way.
I hid in academics. I have more letters after my name than I do within my name. I graduated from medical school and completed a couple of years of psychiatry residency, but I lost my slot in the program three years ago, mainly due to depression.
Now, I am staring down my 40th birthday, and am just as lost as I was when I was a teen.
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