Here is a post that took courage for me to write and post almost four years ago. I still think about it when going through bouts of depression from time to time.
(Please excuse the first attempt to reblog this today; my phone was not cooperating with me.)
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NaBloPoMo Day 21
I wrote the following post several weeks ago, shortly after moving to the Portland area. I hesitated in posting it, mainly because of the reaction I was afraid it might get. But after reading Charlotte’s brave post on her blog Momaste about her own depression, I figured I should go ahead and post, too, regardless of what others thought.
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It’s time to get up, Melissa.
…..what?
You need to get up now.
Not yet. I don’t think I can.
Take off the covers, swing your legs over the side of the bed and sit up.
…O-Okay.
Now take some deep breaths. One thing at a time.
I am doing my best to listen to the voice inside my head. The good voice. That voice who can see the other side. That therapist voice who always knows that things are going to be ok, even when I seriously doubt it.
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