Sometimes, even after you reach out for help with your depression, it is still hard to admit your dealing with it. You are so accustomed to saying, oh I'm okay, I'm fine. The most unwell answers I can give are, I've been better, and I'm kind of meh. Neither of those answers even touch the depth of my feelings, I feel empty, isolated and alone, I am too anxious to continue to reach out if I keep getting told no, or stood up, and it's hard. I have thought actively lately of ways to kill myself, something I have really only gotten in to with my husband, though we both know I won't because I look at my daughter and couldn't do that to her, or leave him alone with her, she would stress him out!
I wish there was an easy out of depression, I wish my anxiety wasn't so crippling and I could just easily call every therapist on my insurance's website. it's not an easy solution once you start to feel this way. I wish once you reach out the call for help once, it was easier to admit you need the help when people ask later. One day, maybe this will get easier, but for now, it just isn't.
Here is the Rafflecopter for the giveaway I started yesterday to help keep me motivated to keep writing through this incredibly blank spell of life.
a Rafflecopter giveaway
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