For its victims, depression is hell.
Someone painting a word picture of what their brain disease was like when they were in the midst of it had this to say.
I realize I’m standing in the Garden of Eden, but I fell like I’m in hell.
Far too many people have told us much the same story – depression is hell – the names and faces are different but their story of suffering stays much the same.
Every chapter of everyone’s depression journal breaks the hearts of everyone who gets an insider’s look at the experience of being clinically depressed.
Our goal at TMS Augusta is to stamp out depression beginning in our own backyard in Georgia. We want everyone to have a chance to pursue happiness, and we know that the brain disease called depression can be treated.
Nobody can promise anyone’s life will ever be a rose garden, but suffering from depression is truly hell on earth. All of us need to do what we can for victims of this disease.