It was a year ago tomorrow that I laid collapsed on my bathroom floor, only mustering enough strength to put a razor to my wrist. Blinded by my own tears, I couldnt find the courage to press down. For the next two months I hid in bed unable to even accomplish the smallest task. I was later diagnosed with PTSD and major depression. What I experienced collapsed on the floor was a panic attack. Since then Ive had several. The first real one in my life was that night. Fast forward to now...Im better. Not the best I could be but better than Ive been in years. I continually work to get better and to beat depression without meds. And one day I will. I dont know why I feel compelled to document my journey on Facebook but I suppose its in hope that others who are experiencing what Ive experienced dont feel as alone. Amongst the happy couple pics, pics of babies doing the same shit all babies do, cute kitties, huff blog posts, football updates and George takei puns, Im keeping it real. #realtalk
Posted on: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 02:18:57 +0000