"Ainsley, I don't know what's wrong with you, but you have to snap out of it," the photographer said. Removed from it all, I realize now: Modeling enabled my depression from the start. Finally, modeling kept me on the move, and while each move brought with it temporary spurts of stability, being constantly on the go kept me from facing my depression. Diagnosed with depression, I left that day with a prescription for Luvox crumpled in my sweaty palm and a small hope that I could feel better. Or, if this respite is simply part of the cyclical nature of depression.

Source: New Zealand Herald June 24, 2016 03:00 UTC