I don’t write these posts for sympathy or accolades. I write for my own therapy, the hope that I’ll gain new insights, and maybe help others that are suffering in silence.

I’m finding my voice. And in finding my voice, I’m also learning to let people in.

A lot has been going on physically that has changed me. Some ways for the better and some not. I’m dealing with bouts of depression, and that is new to me. I’ve always picked myself up and done what needs to be done when I felt down.

That’s not working for me any more.

Admitting that I’m feeling overwhelmed and depressed is hard for me.

I’m finding my voice and I’m finding strength from the support of people that I’m letting into my world. That is also new to me. In my adult life I’ve always had many aquaintances but very few true friends that I’ve allowed to get close.

I’ve always been the strong one. Determined. Persistent. The fixer. I’m realizing that it’s ok to admit that some days I’m not any of these things at all.

So, for the ones that I’ve let in that are sharing their experiences and insights, and not judging my perceived weaknesses…thank you.