My true friends will read this. I know this is long, and I have thought hard about posting. I am not depressed! I hate the word depressed! I scoffed at Prozac commercials years ago! How can you NOT leave the house?? KARMA! So when my doctor diagnosed me, I said I was not in that category, but almost every symptom spelled me. Apparently my body doesn’t maintain enough serotonin. I’m an optimist, happy go lucky, the prankster, always full of laughs. My glass is always half full, so if I fell into a slump there had to be a reason, right? But an antidepressant for my brain? “For some people happiness isn’t a choice”. I’ve told a few close friends, but I think I need more support. I think isolating myself is partly to blame. To the outside world, I attempt to be happy. I am aware of how blessed my life is. I have tried not show the effect I feel on the outside. My attitude is part of my personality. The other part, that worries about things I can’t control, and is uncertain is screaming loud lately. Admitting I have depression and anxiety lately feels like I’ve been defeated. I have every reason to be happy, but sometimes I am sad. I don’t know why, I just am. I really wish I wasn’t. But after all is said and done, I know I am trustworthy, honest and compassionate. I struggle with my brain. I still love deep and laugh loud! I work and play hard. I love all of my friends and thank you for listening.
Posted on: Wed, 04 Sep 2013 16:11:05 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015