I have depression. It’s got to the point where I hate to leave the house, where I don’t remember what a clean house looks like and I’m basically neglecting myself and that has to stop.

This is my journal as I drag myself out of this wallowing pity fest and start to live the life I Read more...

I have depression. It’s got to the point where I hate to leave the house, where I don’t remember what a clean house looks like and I’m basically neglecting myself and that has to stop.

This is my journal as I drag myself out of this wallowing pity fest and start to live the life I deserve.

I’m not going to hide from the bad side of depression. It won’t be pretty at times but I want to be able to look back over the weeks, months and years to see how far I’ve come.