I have been living this nightmare for a few years now. I have gone to several doctors, tried several medications, blamed my parents, blamed myself, blamed my high school boyfriend. It doesn't matter, I still have it.
My second born was diagnosed with depression/anxiety about two years ago. It kills me to think I have done this to her. If I could just take all the pain and anxiety away from her I would. I know what kind of world she is living in, because I live there too.
We take medication and hope it works. We get great highs about life and then sink so low we don't know if we will ever come out of it. That is the roller coaster we both call life.
I pray that since she is so young she will have a chance to work through this before she gets older. I can't bare the fact that she might be like me and have to deal with this for the rest of her life. But, chances are she will.
The guilt I feel, even though I know it is genetic. I feel so guilty.