For most of my life, I have suffered from depression although it was 2005 that I finally accepted that. I didn’t have any reason to be depressed and I didn’t like feeling unhappy when it reared its ugly head.
When I was 19 years old I had a son who was adopted by forced adoption which is illegal but I didn’t know that until over 23 years later. That was the time when I became severely depressed but I thought it was just postnatal depression. At the same time, I emotionally shut down and lost trust in everybody. After all, if I couldn’t trust my family who could I trust?
I also suffer with OCD which I manage quite well most of the time and PTSD but doctors don’t associate that with adoption.