Image via WikipediaTime for honesty. The last six months I have been a shell of a person. I've barely functioned. Depression has me so tightly in it's grip that doing anything other than the most basic tasks has seemed to difficult. My kids have barely had a mother, my husband has not had a wife, and I've not done anything about it. I have isolated myself, living in my own little bubble where I felt safe and in control. The problem is, I did not realize I was doing it until it was too late. For the past week and a half I've tried to pull out of it, come back to life, do the things that need doing. I've prayed, I've tried opening up, I've reached out. But it seems I lost myself for too long, my efforts are too little too late. I have managed to ruin the only thing that really matters to me. And I don't know how to deal with it or fix it or change it. And I'm terrified.
I realize this is very personal, but I've grown to be friends with quite a few of my readers. So, thank you all for your prayers, support, and friendship. There may be more personal posts from now on, but at least I'll be posting more, right? This blog is something I've always been proud of, it's time to make it important to me again.
