Day 12.
Ok, a brief respite!
I don't remember if I said anything about my brush with a depression diagnosis.
It was my second year of teaching and I was working away from my hometown. I thought I'd do okay being away from friends and family. I can call, chat, and all that. The work was hard as I was teaching kids I didn't have a lot of training or experience working with. I'd come home at 7pm or later from staying at school working, and just go straight to bed. Too tired to make food, or eat. I thought sleep would give me the energy but I found it harder and harder to get out of bed. Get out of the house. It was all a slog. It was so difficult to do.
I was showing up to work late and almost got in trouble. I eventually went to see a doctor at a walk-in clinic and we talked it through. He gave me an assessment and told me I was at risk for a depression diagnosis and referred me to a psychologist. I ended up only seeing the psychologist once since I didn't really have benefits to pay for the cost. It was helpful though to know that I might have been going through something that I can't just simply "willpower" out.
In the end, I managed to reconnect with my friends that year. Every weekend, I'd drive back to my parents' place, and I'd hang out around town to play board games, video games, eat food, watch movies, all that.
I didn't realize before that I needed that so much. Connection, friends, and family. I know it sounds sappy and that's probably how I felt about it back then. The "Lone Wolf" persona that so many men in media portray was something that I thought was me. I'm manly right? Well, I'm manly enough to admit that I need to keep connected with friends and family.