Breaking Down and Looking Up

So the past few weeks have been pretty rough. I have felt like I was on a hormonal rollercoaster with really bad PMS, then I finally received a visit from the monthly joy yesterday. As a part of the tough weeks, I actually had a full breakdown. I physically cried, hard, for about 20 minutes or so. This is the hardest I've cried in a while. To me, depression is the evil that tried to be inside of your head. It tries to break you down, physically and mentally. This is where faith is absolutely essential for survival. I began praying hard for God to help me get through this experience and to lead me forward with positivity. I survived. Not only that, I am not ashamed of this break down. I feel that having such a breakdown and making through it is a testament of my character. I will breakdown. Sometimes, depression will bear its ugly head in a strong fashion and try its hardest to break me apart. It is at those times that I fight harder and become stronger. I can't get rid of it as it is a part of me, just like any other part of me. Instead, I can learn to live and cope with it, and take advantage of what it does to make me a strong person. Those of us with depression are natural fighters. We are naturally empathetic because we understand what it feels like to be low. We are actually remarkably good during an external crisis, and are able to remain calm and collected. I know depression was given to me for a reason, and perhaps that was so that I can help other people. It's made me who I am and I can't regret that, so I don't.