Depression & 2010 & Thank You
I've been reading over my blog entires with the "depression" tag. My God, I was in bad shape last year. Thank you so much, everyone, for your words of love, and support, and silliness, and empathy. Thank you for posting even when I had nothing to say back. Thank you for the hugs. Thank you for the incredible patience.
I think things are finally starting to turn around. Or at least I've been strengthened enough to deal with them. Or a combination of the two.
No bulemia. No suicidal ideation. No horrible inappropriate acting out.
For once in my life I have been granted the grace of realizing it's ok to be who I am. I don't have to be some stunning 125-pound babe. I don't have to be some kick-ass fighter. I don't have to be cool and hard and oh so savvy. I can be the sweet, womanly, nurturing, sometimes cranky, mostly goofy, stumbling-but-picking-herself-back-up, imperfect, sensual, loving person I am. And I am lovable and awesome and worthy of other people's friendship and love. It's taken me 42 years and the heroics of some very special people to get me to this place.
My God, what a gift.
Thank you.
I think things are finally starting to turn around. Or at least I've been strengthened enough to deal with them. Or a combination of the two.
No bulemia. No suicidal ideation. No horrible inappropriate acting out.
For once in my life I have been granted the grace of realizing it's ok to be who I am. I don't have to be some stunning 125-pound babe. I don't have to be some kick-ass fighter. I don't have to be cool and hard and oh so savvy. I can be the sweet, womanly, nurturing, sometimes cranky, mostly goofy, stumbling-but-picking-herself-back-up, imperfect, sensual, loving person I am. And I am lovable and awesome and worthy of other people's friendship and love. It's taken me 42 years and the heroics of some very special people to get me to this place.
My God, what a gift.
Thank you.