My Own Worst Enemy
Photograph by Paolo Pellegrin/Magnum Photos. My Own Worst Enemy Before I could even finish pouring the milk onto my frosted mini-wheats that morning, a tear had already begun rolling down my face. I felt absolutely awful inside. More tears followed, and it didn’t take long before I was audibly weeping. I was terrified to think of what might happen if I continued to feel this way. I pushed the cereal bowl aside and buried my head into my hands. It was a beautiful sunny day outside, yet, as I sat alone in the dark kitchen, I couldn’t help but feel like I was dying inside. When the tears finally ceased, I was faced for the first time with the reality that I was no longer the same person. I had become my own worst enemy. This is my story of depression. It’s a story that I used to be ashamed of, but have since learned to embrace. It’s a story I started sharing with others but now would like to open the door and invite everyone in. I experienced depression’s unique abili...