My naked truth…
I’m going to get really naked here…I don’t mean that literally (that is several entries back), I mean I’m going to expose myself here and let you into my head. As an introvert, this is not easy. Tensing up….deep breath…ok, good.
I’ve battled depression for a very long time. Usually it rears up as part of Seasonal Affective Disorder…aka S.A.D. (worst name ever), but this year it showed up, completely unwelcome, early summer. Wtf, depression? Don’t you know you’re supposed to hibernate in summer?
This past winter was actually one of my best because I had help. No meds, no doctors office, but the support of Sunny, an amazing healer.
I decided to start The Depression Project, a serious of self portraits to observe this more closely and track my mood. Rules: do it, especially if I really, really don’t feel like it.
Thankfully, after a lot of really unpleasant work on myself facing the depression head on (with more help from Sunny) I’m back on track and feeling better. Perfect? No. But who is? It can be a frustrating process, both for myself and those who only want me to feel better but can’t wave a magic wand to fix me. No magic wands…just a lot of self exploration and support.