I find it easier to talk about anxiety than I do to talk about depression. Even though the two usually come hand in hand.
I’m not as honest as I make out to be. Never do I have completely open conversations with my family and friends. This blog is as honest as I get. And even that’s a secret to many.
There are some people who I talk with about the darker side of life, about mental health, about loneliness, but I never confide in them my experiences of it. I take a step back, try to distance myself from the words that I am about to speak, and talk in the third person. Some days that’s enough. Speaking this way quells my rising emotions, but I’m not always that lucky.
How do you approach the subject of mental health for the first time with those closest to you?