And no, I’m not crazy. Well, maybe a little but that’s not the point. The point is that I’m thankful for it.
It can be hard to put yourself “out there”. I get that.I understand that. It’s more important to me that people talk out loud about mental health so here goes…
I love my crazy, wacky, break the rules – skate along the edge, not at all conventional life. What’s the alternative? It’s to hate it and that’s spirit robbing.
After my mother lost her battle with depression and addiction, I was raised by the heart and the man that is my Dad. He remains my hero and nothing makes me happier than his name coming across my iPhone. Life is good.
My path from childhood to adult hood was full of adventure and love – heartbreak and healing. It was a long introduction to a disease called depression and as I weaved in and out of it, I was anything but grateful.
It is easy to be grateful when depression is in a dormant place and it is literally impossible to utter a thankful word when it’s not.
My best chance is that I know that there is always an end to a depression. I have learned and it is my anchor, this knowledge.
- I am grateful because my depressions have crafted me into an especially insightful, compassionate and non judgmental person. I am a set of open arms.
- I am hyper sensitive and that’s not always fun but It’s never going to change. Trust me, I’ve tried.
- I give a whole new meaning to the word Moody.
- I’m impulsive and creative and full to the brim with humor. I really laugh all the time.
- When I’m not moody, I love talking with strangers.
- I constantly learn. I learn from my employees, from reading from watching my dog wag his tail and think of the moment he is in.
- I often believe I would be much further along in various areas if it weren’t for my mental health issues.
- I am thoughtful and considerate…giving and loving.
- I do not do Goodbyes. Ever.
- I am vivacious …