“OH NO!!! Oh MY!! ” If there is an elephant in a story, 97% of the time baby McCutie pants will say this.
I have drafted and re-drafted how to address the elephant in the room…
“OH NO! OH MY!!”
Depression.
What started off as me writing from a place of vulnerability has become a thing of levity. Please don’t let my experience with depression diminish yours. Just know that in my own special way, I am trying to say “you are not alone.” (**HUGS**)
I have a dirty little secret…
I hate socks.
The only time I regret this choice is when I accidentally slip in dog drool. (Do you need me to repeat that? I said “slip in dog drool.”)
My husband faithfully purchases me socks every Christmas. (Did I mention I slip in dog drool? Often?) One does not slip in dog drool while wearing socks.
La vie douce for me is wearing socks almost never and shoes only when it is deemed necessary.
I love the feel of the earth under my bare feet. Those feet have carried me thus far. And I am grateful.
La vie douce. It is good. So very good.
I hate lego. I hate lego mostly because I am not good at it.
I am not going to be good at everything. And even if I am really, really, REALLY good at something …. there will always be someone better at it. Does that mean I should stop doing that thing?
There will always be someone better, faster, smarter, taller, skinnier, stronger, richer, smellier… (just checking to see if you were still reading…)
But guess what?? Nobody. Not. One. Person. Not one person in this whole wide universe has the perfect combination of you-ness that makes you a one of a kind, amazing, masterpiece. So there. You do you! Be all you can be! RA-RA-RA!!!!!
*Just putting this out there because someone needed to be reminded of that today.
Our pup loves mud puddles and it just so happens our backyard is a giant mud puddle.
Floor time has become part of my new normal. Between puppy play time, baby play time and diaper changes, I practically live on the floor.
I have learned some lessons from the floor.
Depression is a jerk and a liar.
But depression is also the reason why I have the quiet confidence in the now…how I choose to spend my time on the good days and being OK in the stillness of the bad ones.
Depression is the reason that I have quiet confidence in the what…what I do with my limited emotional and physical stamina. My depression is like a sieve that allows me to really hone into what is important.
Depression is the reason I have quiet confidence in the who… I am fiercely loved and I love fiercely. My God is faithful.
Is it scandalous for me to say that I am grateful for this struggle?
Just because depression is part of my journey doesn’t mean that I need to be encased in bubble wrap. Although, now that I think about it, bubble wrap pants sounds like an excellent idea…. I may have to pursue that…
I want to tell you a little secret…….. I can still be me, be ok, do stuff, AND have depression. Don’t be afraid to ask the people in your life who also struggle with depression to do stuff and things. It makes us feel love and value.
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