It's ironic but when that time arrived I was actually reluctant to leave. In the hospital, I had nothing but support surrounding me 24 hours a day. That kind of help would be especially crucial when I finally went home. I was given the tools I needed to combat my episodes of depression but without the support and love of those dear to me, my grasp on those tools would quickly slip. If only it were that simple.
Many people find it difficult to recognize that depression is a physical condition.
A deficiency in the brain. Even those with the best intentions can impede recovery unintentionally merely by their lack of information. It's frustrating for everyone concerned. As I confronted recovery at home, I was worried that my family may not be up to the challenge. They proved me wrong.