This is depression. This is anxiety. This is two consecutive days off anxiety attacks. This is suicidal ideation. This is my reality. This is what I can no longer hide. This is now, and always has been, my life.
I have been sitting here in a half-stupor for hours while my mind races through imagined scenarios of life. I am determined to have thirty blog posts of one sort or another completed by the end of the month, but I've already told you the problem. For some time now, when not at work, I... Continue Reading →