If you’ve been reading my blog and/or following me on Twitter, Facebook or Google+, you know that I’ve been going through a very rough patch of depression and anxiety for a while now.
It’s Monday morning. I woke up to grey skies and rain. I’m feeling sleepy and sluggish. And yet…
And yet, I feel as if I’ve come through a long slog of stress, agitation, melancholy, hopelessness, worry, fear and general darkness, pushed my way through the shadows and tangles and come out into sunlight and blue skies.
No, the hard times aren’t completely over. Yes, there are still things for me to worry about. But I don’t feel them weighing me down, chipping away at my resolve, wearing away at my soul. I don’t feel as if I’m hopelessly fighting the devil futility. I feel hopeful, capable, enthusiastic and happy. I feel regenerated. I feel better than I have in a long, long time.
About damn time!