Since publishing my last post, the amount of love and support from a lot of you has been overwhelming in the best possible way.
your DMs on Twitter,
your PMs on Facebook,
your public comments in this space,
and your texts…
they have all meant more than you can possibly know.
I don’t have the time to respond to all of you personally, but know that each and every message meant something to me. I’d rather say thank you publicly anyway, because so many of you also suffer from depression, anxiety, mental illness, and mood disorders, that the more we lessen the stigma the better.
When someone breaks a bone and their arm no longer works right, a neighbor shows up with soup. When someone’s brain isn’t working right, most people run the other way.
So, thank you.
I owe you an update, so here it is.
I did finally make it to another intake appointment. The counselor came in at 6:30 in the morning, and my husband stayed with the kids and went in late to work. I have another appointment this week with a psychiatrist to talk about possible med options. He has agreed to meet with me even though I may have to bring my two year old along.
I am hanging in there quite well. My last post was written when I was feeling swallowed by hopelessness, and exhausted by how difficult it actually is for a mother to take care of herself sometimes.
Today, half of my household is sick with a cold… and even though I feel a tightness in the back of my throat, I’ve got my game face on.
My five year old and I made what we have named “magical everything soup”. It’s our effort to make daddy and little guy feel better… It’s also my effort to use some lonely items from our refrigerator. Is it going to spoil soon? Throw it in the soup! Don’t have a meal it can go with. Throw it in the soup!
So we made and ate the soup that’s got a little bit of everything…
plus egg noodles.
It was good…
and that’s kind of where I’m at right now…
taking all kinds of everything,
and doing my best to make it taste good.