Day 28--A Year Ago
I'm supposed to post a picture of myself a year ago. I don't think a single one exists. Like Casey over at Moosh in Indy, things tend to go dark around these parts when depression and anxiety become king. A year ago I hadn't even acknowledged that I had a problem--that would be another dreadful six months away. Instead, I was in complete denial about how much work I needed to do in order to make the pilot study for my dissertation proposal work (spoiler alert: it was a miserable failure the first time around). I was skating by in terms of physical, spiritual, mental, and emotional health. By the time I realized I needed help, it was all hanging by a thread.
A year later and six months after my diagnosis with depression and anxiety I am not a perfect person, but I am certainly a new person. I look forward to waking up each day. I don't lie away at night ruminating or worrying about things over which I have no control. I enjoy my spare time for the first time in ages (ie, I don't feel guilty for relaxing every now and again). As much as I didn't want to admit that I needed help, I am so grateful that Mr. H-B helped me to realize that I couldn't (and didn't need to) do it on my own.