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Diagnosed with depression 17 years ago, I lost the life I once knew, but in the process re-created a better me. I am alive and functional today because of my dog, my treatment team, my sobriety, and my willingness to re-create myself within the confines of this illness. I hate the illness, but I'm grateful for the person I've become and the opportunities I've seized because of it. I hope writing a depression blog will reduce stigma and improve the understanding and treatment of people with mental illness. All original content copyright to me: etta. Enjoy your visit!

Sunday, April 29, 2018

Honored again

Just returned from a beautiful weekend in Duluth, on the shore of Lake Superior, where I walked miles with my friend, soaked in the sunshine, ate some really good food, enjoyed my coffee, and decompressed by the water. Lake Superior is my favorite place on the planet. It brings me such a sense of peace and serenity. It's even where I plan to spend eternity, as all of my friends and family know, when my ashes are left to the waves. I love it. It's always difficult to leave.

My arrival home brought a pleasant surprise, however, as Healthline.com again honored me with a Best Blog Award. It is truly humbling to be included in their list of best depression blogs. I don't know how many blogs they review, but there must be hundreds of depression blogs out there, so I appreciate the acknowledgement. Thank you, Healthline.

I also appreciated what the reviewer said. In her blurb about my blog, she mentioned I post about my good days as well as my bad. I'm glad that's appreciated, because it's often more difficult to write when I feel well. I always want to offer something of value when I write, but I struggle with that when I feel well. I find my "feeling well" posts rather boring. I'm certainly more verbose when I feel like crap. Nevertheless, I hope writing about the good days gives at least one person hope that good days are possible, even when dealing with severe and persistent depression.

I certainly had a series of good days this weekend. I already miss Duluth, but it's always nice to get back to my little house, too. Time to ready myself for a busy week. I'll be working 5 of the next 6 days, and we're still swamped with patients. I'll need to take it one day at a time.

Tomorrow is the last day of April, and thus my final day of daily walks. I'm proud of myself. I stuck to my commitment, and I feel stronger for it. It's back to running (and walking) on Tuesday. I'll let you know how it goes.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Thank you for posting the good days, seriously this is exactly the kind of thing that gives me hope that it is going to be possible for me to have some good days at some point in the future when i have hopefully managed to break free of the cycle of addiction that I'm currently in (crack cocaine / heroin).



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