Why is taeyeon depressed

For the fans who deserve all the good things in the world. Girls' Generation Taeyeon reveals she is struggling with depression. Kimberly Foo. Jun 17, Your daily good stuff - AsiaOne stories delivered straight to your inbox. By signing up, you agree to our Privacy policy. Tsk tsk," to which she replied, "I have been suffering with depression. Please don't be dismissive of people with illnesses, whether it is bipolar disorder or depression.

We are all suffering from an illness," Taeyeon continued. To her reply, many fans sent her warm messages to cheer her up. Some sent her messages saying they would wait for her to get better. Taeyeon replied, "This really brings me comfort. This is why I try to communicate with you guys. I received a lot of good energy from you guys. I will be fine. She lost massive amounts of weight, when she was already a waif to begin with. She retreated even more from the public eye.

When she and Baekhyun broke up a few months later, it was assumed to be her fault. As all this unfolded, I watched from across the Pacific, worried because we already knew she lived with depression. I worry constantly. In , Zero makes his debut on Instagram. We watch him grow up on Instagram as Taeyeon shares photos and videos of him, and his fur lightens into a silvery gray as he becomes her shadow, accompanying her to dance practices, photo shoots, fan meetings.

At the time, the idea of an emotional support animal was still an abstract one to me, but I was glad Taeyeon had Zero because I could see how much comfort he brought her. Over the late s, Taeyeon had become more open about discussing her depression publicly, admitting to seeking treatment and taking medication during one of her Q and A sessions on Instagram Stories. Much of this was hopeful to me—that she was willing and able to put words to it, to say, This is what I am going through , and to ask people to be understanding of others who live with depression.

Teddy would escape from our yard, get into fights with coyotes and other dogs, and cause so much trouble that my parents gave him away and swore off dogs. Then, seven years ago, my aunt got two bichons frises. On visits with her in Baltimore, I was surprised to see how my dad warmed up to them, and even my mom seemed to enjoy holding them, happily letting them sit on her lap. As they lived alone in Los Angeles, I decided that my parents should have a dog.

I spent a few years looking, off and on, for a young dog for them, scrolling through websites and visiting local shelters in hopes of finding the right dog we needed something small, young, and non-shedding. Finally, in May , I was scrolling through shelter pages and Craigslist when I saw him: a little bichon puppy, eight weeks old, recently weaned.

I said I would drive down to Riverside the next day to meet the puppy. My mother, though, insisted we drive down that night, even though Riverside is a two-hour drive—someone else could take the puppy that night, she feared. We stopped by Petco and bought a crate, a soft bed, some food, pee pads, one toy.

My mom had cash tucked away. When we first met Gom, he was a tiny ball of the softest fur that shook in my arms as I cradled him to me. His high-pitched whimpers went straight to my heart as he tried to lick my face, sniff me, figure out who the hell I was.