On Saturday my little Jack became a…


After I went to the fabric store and couldn’t find the right fake fur for the skunk idea I gave up and bought a costume. Yeah, I didn’t try very hard… but even that was a lot of effort for me.

I’ve mentioned a few times my struggle with depression. Well, in the last few weeks it has gotten much worse. I haven’t cared much about doing anything and the little energy I had went into daily life; however, even those few chores I have been able to do have taken the life out of me. I don’t know how to describe it except when I would look at the dishes on the counter I felt pain in my gut. As though every chore was a personal insult that struck me at my core.

Last week, in the middle of the major snowstorm here in Denver, I went in to the doctor and am now on an anti-depressant. The hope I feel just knowing that it is going to get better soon is helping me through each day. Soon I’m going to be myself again! Wow. That is awesome.

I write all of this because many of you have told me your own struggles. I want you to know you are not alone. And I encourage you to seek help. There are some amazing therapists, friends, and doctors out there who can help you. They’ve helped me.

And maybe next year I’ll have the energy to make Jack this costume:

Maybe…

p.s. Now that I’m feeling a little better, I hope to start writing on a regular basis again. Thanks for reading!