Why is it that because I can put on a smile and say ‘I’m fine’, no one actually knows that I’m not okay? Why am I feeling alone?
Now I turn each depressive episode into an opportunity
I’ve been wading through black sticky waist-deep tar the last two weeks. But here is how I turned a depressive episode into an opportunity.
Being Alone
I soldier on, fighting this battle, hoping for someone to “have my back” so to speak but too afraid to ask. Being alone is hard.
Keeping Going When The Fog Descends
When the fog descends I am alone. Not because no one cares, or because no one is there, or wants to help, but because I dug that hole.