I’m thankful I dragged myself to my doctor a few weeks ago for #depression. I cried while answering the screening questions in the office knowing how bad my answers were. (“I swear I’m not suicidal I just don’t care if I exist…”) I was very, very low and just going through the motions. (FOR MONTHS). My doctor doubled the dose of my regular med which had been maintaining me for years. I’m no longer on edge and starting to feel evened out. Snow makes me smile again!

Why did it take me so long? Well, depression that’s why. For those who feel the same, don’t be afraid to seek help. I waited far too long this time around just waiting to get better on my own which is something I never realize until on the other end of the tunnel. I share because in general one would never know this about me…I’m somehow still pretty high functioning most days and very good at hiding the inner “none of this matters I don’t care I just want to sleep forever.” You never know what someone is going through. Be kind. #EndTheStigma

And for those of you in the inner circle listening to me during these moments, thank you. I’m blessed to have a whole lot of understanding, compassionate and patient people in my life.