Sick And Tired

I am sick and tired of being sick and tired.

I feel like crap.

Not every day, not every other day, but often enough that it's become a real problem for me.

I take antidepressants to make it through the day.

I take sleeping pills to make it through the night.

There are days in which I still have trouble getting off of the couch.

There are days in which I barely eat.

There are days in which I eat everything in sight.

I believe that there's a lot of shame surrounding the grieving process. It's human nature to want to protect the people we care about and so those of us who are truly in the depths of despair don't talk about it. We don't share with people what we're going through. We suffer in silence.

We suffer.

I don't want to suffer anymore. That's a big part of why I started this blog. Writing has always been therapeutic for me and I truly believe that we're only as sick as our secrets. 

I refuse to be sick anymore.

As my daughter would say, this blog is about to get real.  :-)