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Beating depression with exercise, less alcohol and a healthy diet



Depression is something that I’ve struggled with for most of my years. It affects my outlook on life, and at my lowest point, I lose all hope of life ever being “good” again. 
 
It’s not just a state of mind for me, but a real medical condition where my brain doesn’t operate at optimum levels. 

The parts of my brain that are responsible for motivation and happiness don’t function as they should. And so as a result, sometimes I cry uncontrollably. 

Sometimes I wake up and I can’t find the energy to get out of bed. Often I can’t focus on one task or concentrate long enough to complete tasks. It’s a very heavy weight to bear. 

My condition improves when I do regular exercise since it stimulates my mind and body, and also when I don’t drink so much alcohol and eat a healthy diet. 

Medication exists to treat depression, but it’s not something I can afford right now. I hope that as my life improves, my ability to treat my depression will also improve, and I will soon start to see my dreams come true. 

I have very beautiful dreams, and I promised myself that I wouldn’t let depression steal them away from me.

-Tiffany Howard
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  1. Unknown11 October 2016 at 06:41

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