It’s been a long time since I have been good. It’s been a long since I could smile and really mean it. It’s been a long time since I felt I had a reason to live. Now, not because I don’t have a reason to live. I have many reasons to live. I am truly blessed in so many ways. Depression and anxiety have a had a hold on me for a very long time and in recent years it’s been pretty bad. I have had some really bad spells. They do not impress me at all. I don’t share with others. I have a wall, a barrier if you will, that surrounds my soul. No one can get in, not even my husband. I don’t know why I am like that, but I am. I have no energy to desire things and to have passions. I feel nothing most of the time, unless I am having an anxiety episode.
Why am I sharing this now? I don’t know. But I do know, I finally have a sliver of hope. Hope that I might actually get well. Hope, that the second half of century of my life might bring true happiness and that perhaps the fog of depression and anxiety will disperse and for the first time ( that I can ever remember ) I might see life clearly.
This is not only my hope, this is my future. I will own it now!