MANY of you reached out to find out where I was, what was happening, how I was doing, or to even find out if I was still on the planet.
I wasn't ready to have this conversation yet, but it's well past time by now.
Here's the short version because I've been promising to write a full, much longer version for about three months now. I haven't - I've been letting my anxiety win on this.
I figure if I start to write the cliffs notes, I may kick that little bastard in the jim-jams, so here's the TL/DT (too long, didn't type) version.
I suffer from depression and anxiety.
I have for years, but refused to fully acknowledge it, and how bad it was.
For a variety of reasons, it got much worse in the past year.
I finally chose to take it seriously and to get help.
(SO MUCH thanks to my wife and family with this.)
I completed intensive outpatient therapy at St. Thomas (a great program), I'm on new meds, and I am seeing a therapist regularly.
The medication helps a ton, but the biggest help was realizing I am not alone.
If you are curious, take a look at these links, all from an inspiration and hero of mine, Wil Wheaton.
His experience doesn't have a 100% overlap with mine, but so much of what he has written about it is right on the money:
The Blogess has also been a godsend.
Do you need help?
NAMI’s helpline: 800-950-6264
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National Suicide Prevention Lifeline – Call 800-273-TALK (8255)
Crisis Text Line – Text NAMI to 741-741
You can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Excelsior et Irrumabo Morbus Animi et Carcinodes!