Such an incredible story of hope and unconditional love. It reminded me a lot of my leaving BYU early due to severe depression, the fear and shame I felt, and the love and support I received from close friends and family members in the transition. Go, team!
Guys, this is the post I’ve been afraid to write.
On this blog, I’ve talked about all kinds of sensitive subjects- mental illness, abortion, gay marriage, and pornography to name a few. While I am usually pretty open about my mental processes regarding these tough issues, I actually tend to stay fairly guarded when it comes to how they affect me personally and emotionally.
This post, however, is going to be the mother of personal and emotional. It’s the post I’ve been needing to write for about 6 years, and afraid to write for just as long. Brothers and sisters, today I’ve been assigned to talk about:
I struggled with depression from my late childhood on up through college, however, by the time I was able to serve a mission, I was on a pretty good combo of meds that kept me balanced. So off I went…
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