July 1, 2014

I ended up at the beach today with my daughter.  We went late afternoon so we would miss the hottest part of the day.  We brought  a picnic along but I have not had much of an appetite lately. I regret to say that The Black Dog is back.  I can’t imagine how sick you all must be at hearing this.  To be honest, I didn’t even want to start blogging again because things were going OK during my hiatus.  Mostly I am back for me. Writing helps me.

Right now I am just scared, worried and overwhelmed.  I don’t want to have to start fiddling with medication again. I don’t want to take any more time off work.  And most of all I don’t want to be a burden to everyone. This disease is one of shame. As of yet, I have not told anyone. Tomorrow afternoon I have an appointment with my therapist and I will let her know. Other than that I will just keep trudging on. I will put on my happy face.

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3 thoughts on “July 1, 2014

  1. The fact that you are sharing speaks volumes. It’s okay. (I mean, it’s not okay that the black dog is back!) I mean that it’s okay to share. It’s encouraged, actually. Reaching out is better than crawling inward.
    Big hugs to you, today and every day.
    Talk. It’s what will save you.

  2. EC is right. I find writing very therapeutic also, keep at it and hang in. No one should be ashamed, but you’re right – we have a long way to go there. Keep talking and things will change.

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