Yeah, I get tired.
Sometimes, it feels like I am carrying the weight of the world.
Working to make a difference. Hoping to alter perspectives. Showing families that there is hope.
There IS Hope.
I’ve dealt with depression and anxiety in one form or another since I was 12. I’m 43.
When Leah was a toddler, there were days I got out of bed, just so she wouldn’t see me “setting the example” of staying in bed until 2 in the afternoon. (It didn’t save her from it.)
When the weather turns, we turn to bed. It’s one of the less awesome things I’ve passed on to my kids. We call it, “Becoming one with the mattress.”
“Hey, it’s mom. You okay? You getting out of bed before noon? I’m only asking because I’m struggling.”
Truth be told, it’s kind of nice to have a community of family members who get it. People who just check in when there’s a certain feeling in the air.
I’ve asked those around me to please not judge me when I spend a day in bed. You see, hearing, “Oh my God! You’re still in bed?” doesn’t really help. If you’ve never needed to stay in bed all day, just to get through a day, be grateful you don’t understand.
One day I sent this to Aaron:
Later that day, he had made me a nest. <3
Special thanks to www.robot-hugs.com for nailing it, and also for giving me permission to use the above image. Special thanks to our friends at The American Foundation for Suicide Prevention (Utah) who support human beings when they are feeling more than sad.