My Depression Episodes

Just so you know, this is going to be a very sad blog post. Enjoy reading!

Depression is a huge part of my life. It’s been like that since uni and I’m still surprised that I haven’t killed myself yet. I’ve been able to make it to 27. Let’s see how far I can go.

I got a mental health diagnosis in January (this year) that explained a whole lot. If you’ve been reading my blog since I started blogging in 2018, you should know that I used to write a lot about my experiences with depression and suicidal ideation. Interestingly, several people who have been on this blog don’t know about the mental health aspect. It’s not surprising because y’all love sex so much, and guess what? I love it! What else can keep us going in hard times, like good sex and money?

I stopped writing about my mental health because I got busy, and even when I had time this year to write about it, I didn’t want to. I can’t explain why, but I know it’s related to my diagnosis and how people talk about it in the media, both social and traditional. It doesn’t make me happy at all. Another reason has to be related to being too vulnerable in an article. It doesn’t make me comfortable, but look at me now. I’m taking my morning walk, and I’m getting so emotional. It’s never fun to think about my depression episodes because they are tough times, but today I felt like writing a post about them. I’m hoping it helps someone who’s depressed or suicidal. Maybe knowing that you aren’t alone can be comforting. I mean, I would find it helpful if I wasn’t the one writing it.

I can’t remember my first experience with depression, but I can remember the first night I was suicidal, and my reason for being suicidal was foolish. My diagnosis makes it make sense though.

Guess what happened?

I mistakenly sent a long essay to a guy, telling him how much I wanted him. I was 14 and so dumb to think that that was too much of a big deal. I didn’t think it made sense to be that vulnerable with somebody, and revealing how I felt about him made me scared of getting hurt. Right after mistakenly hitting “send,” I got so upset. I threw my phone across my room and prayed to die. How foolish! I was so sad that night and wanted desperately to die. I remember begging God that I didn’t want to wake up the next day because I didn’t want to face whatever reaction I was going to get from the guy. LMAO. It’s so funny that when I found it hard to sleep, I thought it was related to my prayer, so I prayed again and said I  had changed my mind about wanting to die.

I hate being depressed. I hate it so much that whenever I’m a little sad over anything, I get so scared because I know how easily I drown in depression, and the next thing you know, I’d be considering suicide. I’ve said it in a post on this blog that I know exactly how I’ll die if I ever have the courage to kill myself. I mean, I don’t care what you think, but I think people who commit suicide are very brave because it takes a lot to get to that point. I haven’t done it mostly because of the fear of regret and because I love living. I know how to have a good time, and I easily get lost in good moments. When life is good, it can be really good. It just sucks that depression is a thing. I’m in tears now. I don’t know if I will be able to write enough for this post.

It’s just so hard to think about it, and knowing that this is my life and I’m going to be depressed again, if not soon, makes it worse. I deal with depression many times a year. Just last week, I was depressed. Sometimes I know the reason why I am depressed. It can be because I’m broke, because of weight gain, or because I feel stuck in life. Other times, I don’t even know why I’m depressed, like last week. I just keep drowning in sadness until the universe decides that I’ve had enough. It really sucks. In such moments, it takes a lot for me to get out of bed to do anything productive. The only thing that I’d want to do is eat and watch a movie or series. I’d eat so much that after a couple of days I’d gain weight and that would make me more depressed. Sometimes I’d listen to sad music or watch sad videos and cry. My favorite music videos for such moments are “Skyscraper” by Demi Lovato and “What Now” by Rihanna.

Sex can be a great source of distraction when I’m depressed, too. I have a post about that on this blog even: Using Sex as a Distraction. You know how cis men can be really nice when you want to have sex with them? I’d find someone new, go over to theirs, and get lost in the sexy moment with them. Sometimes I’d be at their house for days until I have to go back home and deal with my depression.

A few months ago, I legit got up, dressed up, and went out to kill myself. On my way to my “suicide place,” I was in tears in the Uber. Deep down, I knew I didn’t want to die, but I was tired. I was tired of depression. I hated knowing that it was never going to stop, and I wondered if it made sense to continue living. The only person I wanted to talk to was my mom. I knew how it would hurt her, and someway, somehow I wanted to tell her I was sorry. She didn’t pick up when I called because it was late and it made me more depressed. I can’t tell you what saved me that night in this post, but if you ask me privately, I might tell you. It might make you laugh.

I’m currently not depressed but I can’t stop crying because of this post. Maybe I should stop writing.

Several times in uni, I wouldn’t go to lectures because I’d have no energy to get up and do anything. Nobody around me understood that I could get depressed too. They thought I was the one with no worries or the one who just liked to have fun. I’d be depressed and be indoors for days, and whenever I’m able to step out, I’d make sure I look so good, and I’d end up being so hyper. I’d be the loudest, and you wouldn’t know that I’m depressed. It would only come back when I got indoors, as if it’d been waiting for me to get back home.

I remember that my close friends would think I was out partying when I would miss lectures because I was depressed sometimes. If you can relate to what I’m writing in this article, I’m sending you virtual hugs. I’m so sorry that you have to deal with depression. I don’t know what else to say but sorry. I hope you get better.

I don’t know if I’ll ever write anything about my experiences with depression again. Or maybe I will when I fully process my diagnosis, because it’s still fresh news for me. I have two therapists that I see biweekly. This Monday, I went in feeling a little sad, and because of what I do, one of them mentioned that there’s so much I can do to help other people who have my diagnosis or people who have depression episodes. So, maybe that’s a good reason to write more about my mental health.

Sometimes I think life is worthless because if I’m constantly going to be thinking about killing myself and it will happen eventually, so why not do it now?

Once again, I’m currently not depressed, so don’t worry about me. Like I mentioned, I’m in therapy, and I’ll have to be in therapy for the rest of my life. I’m also taking meds to keep me from being depressed, so I’m good.

There was a time that when I was depressed, I’d go on Tumblr and read people’s experiences with depression, and somehow, it made me feel better, so I hope this post makes you feel better if you are currently depressed or suicidal. Remember, you are not alone. It sucks, and I get it. If you are suicidal, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s making you feel that way, and I am not going to say, “Don’t kill yourself,” because that’s your decision to make. I’m just going to say that life can get better.

Therapy really helps. Meds help too. When I first got my diagnosis, I didn’t want to entertain the thought of taking meds because I couldn’t imagine taking them forever, but ever since I started, I feel so much better. It scares me when I forget to take them because I know I could get depressed. Please get help. I know times are hard, but your life matters, okay? If you are in Ghana and you don’t know where to go for therapy, talk to me. Use the live chat button on the bottom of your screen (the red and white circle). You can DM me on social media or email me too.

Please share any experiences you have with depression in the comments, or send them to me privately. I’d love to read them. If you have a mental health diagnosis, I’d love to hear about it too.

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Ami Shikah is a Certified Sex Coach, clinical sexologist, and radio personality with an Advanced Postgraduate Diploma in Global Sexual and Reproductive Health Management. She loves anything and everything sex as long as it is consensual, pleasurable and free of any form of discrimination, harm or violence. On this blog, her aim is to promote sexual literacy, provide a source of arousal, and promote sexual wellness. If you need to talk to a sex professional about your sexual concerns or issues, she is the one to talk to. She can help you solve your sexual problems. She will help you have the most amazing sexual experiences and live the sex life of your dreams. Sex is a basic need and a natural part of who we are as human beings. Exercise your right to sexual pleasure today! Email her at for a complimentary sex coaching session.


  1. Thank you for this Ami, not a lot of people are able to talk about their depression openly, be it scared of what people will think or just not having the confidence to talk about it. I have been a victim of depression before but not to the levels you have expressed here and I can tell you, it’s probably the closest thing to hell figuratively speaking.

    I admire your bravery, your honesty and candidness and hopefully someone or some people will have been inspired to talk about theirs too. I still believe all hope isn’t lost and you can power through it. One day at a time, I believe you will prevail. Thank you once again and keep doing what’re you doing. Sending love, peace and light to you.

  2. It’s very great and good of you to have written these episodes about your experiences with depression. Thank you so much for the good work you’re doing here and out there dear and I know it’ll pay off really well. We are going through things that others don’t understand and it’s always good to know that for the least of it, there is someone there who understands us better because she has be there and knows that right thing that we can do to help reduce our depression episodes.

    Thank you Ami

  3. Greetings Ami.
    When i read your tweet about not being suicidal due to your meds, i was a lil disturbed but after this reading session, I've come to appreciate the woman that you are. I've never been depressed so won't pretend to know how you feel but reading from your account, i know its horrible. I pray you get out of that dungeon called depression and get a better grip of your life and what you you do. i must say you are a super strong woman and i admire your your bravery and courage. keep doing your bit to help humanity. God got your back. Sending you love, life and joy.
    stay blessed.

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