By evening, the post had notched up over a 100 shares on Facebook and it had crept up to close to 200 by this morning, a situation I had never anticipated, but truly appreciated.
To be honest, I wasn’t prepared for the outpouring of love, support, empathy and most importantly, stories of fellow survivors or people who were still suffering silently. Facebook messages, Twitter retweets and e-mails came to my inbox as a reinforcement that some things need to be shared, even if they are deeply personal, simply because they can help someone, somewhere deal with the darkness that they are facing.
This was technically not the first time that I had shared my tale. I had fiction-alised it on this blog and written it as a three-part story and changed names, details, locations so people would connect to the story and not link it to me necessarily. It took me many years (13 to be precise) to work up the courage to write my real tale.
Depression can take things out of you but it can also help you share something useful for all those who are alone, just to show that they are, in fact, never really alone.
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