I told someone the other day “It’s not good for the depression.”
Their response, “No way, you don’t have depression!”
Makes you think of the saying “Don’t judge a book by its cover.”
See my cover looks like sunshine, conversations, smiles and kindness.
My pages say: There are mornings I struggle to face the day, I don’t want to shower or put makeup on. I cry at commercials and stories on Facebook.
I’ve led an interesting life filled with weekend visit to the mental hospital and nights spent in the ER because I couldn’t see the light in my tunnel. Hell, I wasn’t even sure they installed a light switch!!
My pages say: I’ve spent amazing times with my family and friends creating unforgettable memories. I laugh, I cry happy tears, I make a fool of myself and drink to much tequila. (In that order, not the other way).
My pages say:. She’s complicated but loves with her whole heart, even if there is a chance it will break.
My pages say: A LOT.
But my cover, my cover is cool, calm and collected. Picture a duck in the water, calm up top, paddling like hell underneath.