My Mental Health-A Work in Progress

From as far back as I can remember, I felt different—as though I saw and experienced the world more intensely and more personally than the people around me. Every unkind word or deed, any suffering or sadness I witnessed, everything wrong in the world all seemed to seep right through to my very core. I felt overwhelmed. Alone. Defective. I had no idea how to navigate my way through the world without coming apart. There was no map, no guide for someone like me. Depression creeped in slowly. Anxiety followed. And together they came to define my very existence. I...