Almost 2 years ago my world crumbled. I lost my grandmother just a week before my 43rd birthday. Just as I was getting my feet under me a bit my stepdad passed away. It hit me and I wasn't prepared for the effect it would have on me. I struggled horribly with depression and severe anxiety. I barely functioned. I tried medication but only took one because of bad reactions. I thought that the dark hole I was in would be my life forever and I essentially gave up.
2015 was my year of survival. Now nearly 2 years have passed. I am finally getting back on my feet. I am not totally healed but I am way better than before. I am finally getting to the point where I want to take care of myself again. I was so depressed and I'm just now seeing how bad I was.
I'm ready to live again.
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