Another post from my my dear friend Lucy, this time about how her struggle with depression nearly cost her life, and a lesson on how we shouldn’t keep these struggles quiet, for we all need someone sometimes.
After having a very lengthy discussion with my oldest son (23), last night, alongside Ryan, I’ve decided to start being more open about my own personal battles.
Open communication, as Ryan often reminds me, is one of the best self-help tools I have. And one I rarely use, outside of my close, personal relationships.
I have come to the realization that my own child may be battling the one thing that nearly cost me my own life over the summer. Undiagnosed Depression.
In the months following my husband’s death, I spent countless hours just going through the motion of life. Waking up in the morning, getting the kids ready for school, going to work, coming home, cooking dinner, getting the kids ready for bed.. Tossing and turning with the weight of the world on my shoulders and perhaps getting a few hours sleep each night.
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