Around Christmastime, I felt my depression trying to creep back up to the surface. I proceded to the acupuncturist rapidly to get my bod back in balance. It worked and the tears are no longer boiling just under the surface.
The beauty of this whole blogosphere is the realization, the sharing, the simply knowing I am not the only one out here who battles with the demon named clinical depression. But even beyond that is the fact that we discuss it openly, no longer masking it, hiding it.
Thank you to these wonderful women who help me with their openness about mental illness. It is good to know I am not alone in my battle.