Several years back I had a bout with mental health. I had labelled it as depression for the longest time. While depression was involved, lately I've been thinking it was something more along the lines of addiction. Though no drugs or addictive substances were involved, and the thing I believe I was addicted to is innocent enough on it's own. To clarify, I no longer suffer from this. But I was fixated on a particular thing. It was a gradual thing, but over time it got to where I felt anxious when not indulging in the thing. I began to feel depressed and suicidal--feelings which disappeared when I turned to the thing, and reappeared when I was not or could not indulge in it. Life without the thing seemed equivalent to life without oxygen, the very thought was distressing. I made countless attempts to just stop, I knew it was hurting me. But I always went back to it. Eventually, one of my attempts finally made it. I had the support and prayers of a couple confidants. While successful it wasn't fun at all, and the depression was stronger than ever for a time. But eventually that gradually began to fade. I remember at the time thinking it was all just spiritual warfare, but reading about the symptoms of addiction and all, and the experiences of addicts, it just fits too well with my own experience.