You've come a long way, baby...
I was reading back in my blog (a short effort to be sure) and got to some of what I wrote during the depression. Funny how in the depths of misery and despair I was able to write my feelings, when I can't seem to do so at all when I feel good. Which I do now. Feel good that is.
It was odd to read all that. I remember it, but remotely. Like a movie or book that was really visceral. I have a sense of how that felt, but it is removed from me. At least from the me I am now. I feel cheated in a way, as if I should have taken more away from the experience. But at the time I remember the over-riding effort was on surviving, not looking for "teaching moments."
Here are a few things I have learned though...
1. I have a great wife and amazing kids.
2. I have unbelievably kind and supportive friends.
3. I am not invincible, (but I'm pretty damned tough).
4. Cooking and home maintenance are not only indicators of mental health for me, but also a cure.
5. Being "broken" does not make me less of a good person.
Okay, time to go pack.
It was odd to read all that. I remember it, but remotely. Like a movie or book that was really visceral. I have a sense of how that felt, but it is removed from me. At least from the me I am now. I feel cheated in a way, as if I should have taken more away from the experience. But at the time I remember the over-riding effort was on surviving, not looking for "teaching moments."
Here are a few things I have learned though...
1. I have a great wife and amazing kids.
2. I have unbelievably kind and supportive friends.
3. I am not invincible, (but I'm pretty damned tough).
4. Cooking and home maintenance are not only indicators of mental health for me, but also a cure.
5. Being "broken" does not make me less of a good person.
Okay, time to go pack.