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Withdrawl

I've been struggling with depression for much of my summer.  I've withdrawn from blogging--reading and writing.  I've withdrawn from friends and the general pursuit of simply enjoying life and having fun.  I've been a less-than-stellar pastor (to say the least).  I've been an uber grumpy mother.  I've not been good.

I confess this here because I can't do so anywhere else.  While this blog is not private, it's also not well-read, so I'm not overly concerned.  Additionally,  I know that I'm not alone in struggling with depression.  I don't need to be ashamed.

So, today I promise, to and for myself, that I will call and make an appointment with a shrink--hopefully through my health insurance.  Something has got to change.  Today is the first step.

Comments

Rebecca Ramsey said…
Very brave post. So many people struggle with this. It's no different from any other sickness--when we're not feeling well, we need help.
I'm convinced that just about EVERYONE could benefit from this at some time in their lives. Good for you for taking care of yourself.
Mompriest said…
So many reasons why you may be feeling this way. Not only a shrink, but maybe your obygyn too - hormones and thyroid may be at play...and also, I have found exercise to be very helpful! prayers for you, may a solution be found.
Purple said…
Came this direction from the Preacher Party...hope for some lightness and renewal for you.
God_Guurrlll said…
(((Revhipchick)))

I've been there. Keeping you in my thoughts and prayers. The dark night of the soul is a tough place to be in.

LYMI
revkjarla said…
(((((revhipchick))))))
revhipchick said…
you all rock! thanks for your support and care. i really appreciate it!

ps. my code is healis. healing is happening! thanks be to God!

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