This morning I woke up. A look at living with depression.

This morning I woke up.
         And I found the willpower to get myself ready for work, despite the fact that I just wanted to roll back over and go back to sleep.


This morning I woke up.
        And I thanked god that there was a loving man in my bed willing to hold me, if just for a minute or two, and give me the strength I needed to face the day.


This morning I woke up.
        And I crept into my daughters room to kiss her and whisper I love you, so I knew that at least once today she would hear it.


This morning I woke up.
       I made my coffee and started my long journey to work.


This morning I woke up.
        And I spent my hour and a half commute, trying to convince myself that everything will be ok.


This morning I woke up.
         I decided that everything is ok, I have everything I need, and I wasn't going to let fear control me.


This morning I woke up.
         And tried not to be jealous of other peoples success.

This morning I woke up.
          And tried not to hate everything about myself.


This morning I woke up.
          And tried not to hate the people who made me feel this way.


This morning I woke up.
          And counted my blessings.


This morning I woke up.
           And realized the biggest blessing I could count is.....


This morning I woke up.

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