Having depression isn’t always a death sentence. I’ve seen so many people helped through the process of therapy, medication, and exercise. Everything truly needed to rebuild a spirit… I even dedicated part of my life and career helping people through their hurt. Through their depression. However, recently I was diagnosed with treatment resistant depression. The medical costs of getting treatment for me are tens of thousands of dollars. I try to be that positive light in so many peoples lives, trying to give hope to those around me that depression is treatable, that there is hope… yet I feel as though even my doctors have given up on me. My depression is lifelong, my depression cannot be treated with drugs, I’ve had two surgeries. I’ve tried basically everything. I still dance with the devil when it comes to suicidal ideation. I still fight loneliness. I still fight insecurities. I keep battling with these thoughts of not being good enough. 
Life is so challenging when you lose all the people in your life that truly matter to you. When you feel alone, when nothing seems to work…