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Depression Can Kiss My Ass

Originally posted on Facebook April 2, 2014

I feel the need to share this and to share my story.

I’ve suffered from depression off and on my entire life but I’ve always overcome it. I won the battle time and time again. But last year? The depression was MONUMENTAL. Just ask my dear friend, Amy, who was there by my side through all of it. “Depression lies,” she told me. And it does. Oh, how it does!

No reason at all for it to happen – I married my very best friend and I loved my job and my dogs were all okay – for once, I didn’t have a really sick one. I had every reason in the world to be happy but I just couldn’t swing it.

I couldn’t get out of a funk that CONSUMED me for the better part of four or five months. (Now I know that my lovely, stupid thyroid gland probably had a LOT to do with a lot of things last year, but I didn’t know that at the time.) I was lost. It was not good and it wasn’t pretty, either.

People suffering from depression and anxiety can feel like they are alone. Like there is no hope. I want you to hear from someone who has been there: There. Is. Hope.

I believe people are good for the most part. They want to help. They want to do good. PLEASE, if you are suffering from depression, turn to someone. Turn to me if you want to. There is no shame in having been through this or if you are going through it now.

Peace, love and hugs to you all!

(This was brought on by reading what The Bloggess posted on Facebook about depression.)


Sometimes I Feel Like I Just Don’t Fit In…

Originally posted on Facebook March 31, 2014

“In high school, I never fit in. Well, I found that I fit in with those who also didn’t fit in, so I kind of fit in. If you could call it that.”
“Did that help you later in life?”
“Oh sure. Now I am able to converse with all sorts of people about all sorts of things. Even the ones who are vapid, shallow and/or narrow minded. Maybe especially them.”
“And why especially them?”
“Because it takes less energy to talk about things that don’t matter, and that seems to be all those types have to talk about. Usually, I try to find another interesting and less provincial person to talk to.”
“What was your best lesson from high school?”
“I learned from high school that being unique, being oddly strange and willing to challenge the status quo, willing to be yourself – well, that put everyone else on edge and put them at odds with you. I learned to accept myself and not give a flying f*ck about what other people think. Although, that last part? Took me a while. But I got there.”
“Anything else to share?”
“Yes. My mother was right. Just be yourself and people will like you. Except I like to edit it a bit: Just be yourself and the RIGHT people will like you. To hell with the rest of them!”


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