Tales of the Bedside Table

Look I know how this looks what with the tums and Taco Bell and sweet tea and the ice cream. It’s not what you think….wait what do you think? Let me tell you what it is. It’s a smallish case of depression and anxiety following one actual hell of a year…ok 3 years. The good, the great, the weddings and graduations, the sick kids and the healthy ones. It’s all that and it’s life and then life gives you a fire that didn’t look that bad from the outside but on the inside it was terrifying and big and it took mostly everything and then the water and smoke left me with all things I couldn’t leave behind. You know how I deal with things when people say it wasn’t that that bad? Used to I said you’re right (surely they’re right,right?) But not today. Today I say it really was that bad. It still is right now. And bring me the Taco Bell with a side of anxiety and depression and a few eye procedures and #teammom. Then, I call a good therapist and admit I’m not leaving my room much and then I text my friends and admit I need them near and to know it was worse than everybody thinks. Be gentle with each-other and if you are just “that sad” call a friend or 4 and a therapist and order Taco Bell….and ice cream. Just make a call. Nights and mornings are hard. People, love your people. #liveabetterstory