Looking back, I realize I’ve been battling depression since the beginning of my life. I had everything I needed materially, but growing up, I was told by my mother that, given the chance, she would have chosen for me not to be here. I was called every derogatory label you can imagine. My childhood friendships were the only place I could find solace. But as I grew older, those friendships faded.

I didn’t crave marriage or children — I was career-driven  out of necessity. I was genuine and hardworking and unprepared for workplace dynamics. The backstabbing from female colleagues and sexual harassment from male bosses impeded my career ambitions, until I discovered the world of technology.

In tech, my problem-solving skills were valued. I found joy in helping clients meet their goals through technology, and that gave me a sense of purpose.

In my personal life, things were bright. I fell deeply in love for the first time. I felt secure, until my worst fear became a reality — the man I loved told me he no longer loved me.