Today I’m over on Megsanity. Women, psychology and expletives. If you’re not familiar with this blog, you should fix that today. Meg is one of the smartest and funniest people I know. She takes complex topics, presents them in a way everyone can understand, and throws in a dick joke (or two).
“Megsanity aims to provide an educational base for understanding the human psyche, using a variety of different theories and viewpoints. The goal is to promote normalcy and an understanding of female psychology through recent and anthropological research, girl power, expletives, sarcasm, sexual innuendo and chocolate.”
So I was honored when Meg asked me to share my personal story with depression and PTSD in the hopes of reaching out to and helping other people. It was a very difficult piece to write, but I found the writing process to be therapeutic for me as well. Here’s a teaser to get you started:
I have dealt with depression my entire adult life.
For the most part, I can manage it on my own. I recognize the signs, feeling in a very physical way the oppressive, sinking sensation that comes over me. It weighs down my body and makes me heavy… weary… tired. I’m drowning in a slow-moving eddy, and the spinning paralyzes me and makes my vision fuzzy. People talk, but I don’t hear them. I can’t concentrate on what they are saying or what I am doing. My life is happening around me, but a glass wall surrounds me and prevents me from participating…