I was first diagnosed by a psychiatrist with depression in 2013 and have been taking medication ever since, with some intervals. During many years I misunderstood depression as a part of my identity, I saw myself through my illness. This led me to believe that I was completely broken, taking over all the acts in a scenario. I’ve been dancing between depression and anxiety for many years, with long periods of time free from them. Sometimes it feels like a neverending interlude with no second act. Other times it feels like a play I saw in another lifetime. I’m still on the process of understanding and trying to hug depression as a symptom not as a part of my identity.