The Road to Healing

The day is almost over and I survived it.  I began on a path of healing last night when, in the throes of depression, decided to come out from behind the curtain and expose my truth.  It wasn't an effort to gain sympathy or to garner attention, but rather an opportunity to allow myself to present my obstacles to the world despite my fears or reservations.

That post represents the raw emotion, turmoil, aggravation and frustration that Major Depressive Disorder and General Anxiety Disorder imparts onto my psyche.  Having to face this warped, destructive and multi-faceted illness is no easy feat and trying to satisfy the who, what and whys of the concerned is daunting and creates major apprehension.  The loop-di-loop of being okay with it and then being consumed by it causes a sense of misdirection and confusion.  As of right now, I'm working my way out of the fog.  And this time I'm not too worried about what will appear to me once I step into the light.

I hope that my candor helps the many others out there in the world who live with mental illness as I do.