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I’ve been thinking about writing this for some time. To date, this is most difficult blog I’ve written, but it’s also liberating because I believe it is needed by me, perhaps by you or by someone you know or will know very soon. I’m a reserved, private person. I don’t easily share intimate details about myself so this is a plunge into the deep for me.  But as the bone-chilling waters of exposure and vulnerability wash over me, I’m okay. I’m okay because I know without a doubt that this transparency is needed in order to help someone step away from the edge of despair.

I battle depression and anxiety. At first, I had a tough time accepting this because it’s important to me to be a strong person mentally, physically, spiritually and emotionally. These self-concepts I’ve established are not only how I choose to be, but they are directly influenced by my gender, my culture and my faith.

As of a result of misunderstanding what depression is, when I first sought treatment, I made some bad and very dangerous choices. I refused to consistently take medication and was argumentative with my therapist, who eventually had no choice but to kick me out of his practice one day.

In the African-American community, and I also believe among men, depression and other types of mental health challenges are considered signs of personal weakness. My experience as a Christian told me depression was proof of spiritual weakness or demonic possession or oppression. Not only that, but I’ve seen people excuse their bad behavior, poor decision-making and lack of motivation as products of depression or some other convenient mental illness. Everything in and around me was saying that this “depression” wasn’t–it couldn’t be real–and if it was, it was my fault.

I did everything I could from praying to pumping iron but to no avail. There were weeks when I would only sleep 2 to 3 hours each night and days when I couldn’t find strength to take a shower or get out of bed. Worst of all, I started to feel shame. The shame caused me to attack and alienate my closest friends. I isolated myself, which is the last thing anyone struggling with depression should do. In this isolation, I fantasized about dying. I wasn’t suicidal, but I fixated on the possibility of an early death. It was the only way I thought I could be free–free most of all from the shame.

Eventually, with the support of my brother-friends, I got help. It took a long time for me to accept the fact that I was struggling with depression. The diagnostic tools didn’t give me the type of concrete evidence I needed to satisfy my intellect and figuring out the proper medications required tedious trial-and-error, which often left me saying to myself, “Percevial, this is proof that nothing’s wrong.” Now I’ve come to understand, that like other parts of the body, the brain can and does malfunction. Having a mental health challenge doesn’t make me crazy, not seeking help, now that’s crazy.

I’m proof that it’s possible to successfully manage a mental health illness. I endure seasons of struggle, but I manage; sometimes victory is just managing. Now I realize that it wasn’t the depression that was stealing my life. It was the shame. I won’t say that I don’t feel shame anymore–that would be a lie, but I now know shame is a trick of pride and ego. If not checked, pride can cause us to live lives of sorrow trying to keep up appearances that no one of true value even cares about.

Depression is real. If you wrestle with it, you’re NOT weak. If you’re struggling, don’t let shame or ignorant opinions keep you from getting help.

Moving Froward Managing My Depression


7 Replies to “Into the Deep Part 1: My Depression Story”

  1. This is an awesome representation of the struggle of depression. Continue to be used to speak for the ones who can’t really speak yet. Very proud!

  2. Great job! It takes a big man to express this but it’s very real. I’ve been through it and am now at that crossing point. Thanks for the encouragement. Going to take my meds right now! God bless you!

  3. Good stuff. I know it was tough exposing yourself in this way. It has the potential to help and deliver so many that battle with this illness. So many often do but stay hidden until it gets to be too extreme. I commend you brother.

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