Writing about what's hard to talk about

The All About Me challenge blog has their new challenge up and it's a doozy. The challenge is to use the quote "Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go."There was only one thing I could think to explore in layout. It's not something that I talk about a lot here. I'm not even sure how to start....which really bugs me. Depression has such a stigma attached to it, that over six years later I still feel embarrassed.

When Sid was born I spiraled down into a life altering depression. I was plagued with extreme anxiety and very dark feelings. If not for my family and medication I don't know what would have happened. Yet, many people in my daily life had no idea. I was on medication for almost five years. I flourished, no doubt. Life was beautiful again.
Eventually, I wanted to be medication free. The short term memory loss as brutal. (Seriously, who forgets that they shampooed their hair while they are still in the shower?) So, in the summer of 2008 I went off the pills. It was rough, but manageable. I lasted about 11 months, then anxiety seeped back into my life. Almost unnoticeable at first but it quickly gained momentum. I started not sleeping, then crying about not sleeping, then crying about crying. It was time to face facts. Me+Zoloft= Good.
I'm a better Mom, Wife and a better ME.
I know many people who struggle with mental illness everyday and I am TIRED of the stigma! We don't hide physical illnesses, so how do we expect to heal mental illness by covering it up. So here's my layout and you just read my two cents. I hope, maybe, I can open one mind by talking about about mine.