Worth Living
I wrote this post a few months ago and sent it to be considered for a mental health blog. It wasn’t what they needed right now… but that’s ok. It’s my story from 10,000 feet up looking down. If you’d like to understand where I come from. Here you go. Maybe at some point I’ll start focusing on more detail. The years have sorta all blurred together, but the moments were intense. My story is like a kite flown by the ocean. It is held only by a small piece of unending string, unfurling at a perpetual pace. The kite takes a dramatic dive appearing to be swallowed by the dark waves only to shoot straight up into the sky higher and higher tugging to break free. Up and down. Fast and slow. Wanting to submerge into the depths. Wanting to rise high above it all. An exhausting and sometimes dangerous dance. And when seen clearly... a fight for survival. Almost 10 years ago, at the age of 30, I had my first breakdown. Shortly after the birth of my second child I was blindsided by such a tang...