Today I came across this visual analogy on Facebook. It explains how Depression is like hoarding, our head is our home. See, and it's so true. Some people have a neat organised mind/house, some people, like me, are more eclectic in our storage. Multiple events happening can often topple my organised chaos over. I have debt, that I bury my head in the sand about (I know I need to sort it) but that hole in the sand is comforting... Recently I have asked for HELP. My facade has fallen and the cracks now show to the outside! The pills I take no longer work on their own. I knew this time would come. I'm still struggling, but not so much on my own. Though sometimes I need just me space, people find that difficult to understand. They worry (which is fair) I have thought bad thoughts (self harm, worthlessness and self-hate). I'm pragmatic enough to not do anything. ...
A hopefully, smart-arsed quip at family life...