It's been a tough year ... bad knee leads to hospital stay. Stinkin' thinkin' leads to thinkin' it through - with some help.
Depression - it's hard to come out of the closet on that one. This is a literal statement for me, because when I'm in the darkest corners of my mind, that's where I go (or my other favorite spot is under the bed covers.)
Yes, I struggle with depression - THERE - I've said it. There is still so much discrimination against those with any form of mental illness. It is hard to admit the diagnosis because it conjurs up images of the poor souls in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. For me, I vividly recall the Fergus Falls Treatment Center, (I graduated from the town's high school, and the grounds were a great place to go "park.") But the building - well it was scarey! The thought that at one time in our history you could have been sent there for stinkin' thinkin' makes me cringe.
Times have changed ... in the partial program I attended, I met smart, creative and kind depressives like me. Thanks to good meds, good programs, and a lot of hard work on my part, I am managing my depression rather than it managing me.
