Depression - Part One
It's hard for me to look back there. My divorce was a painful time that involved a great deal of shame. I didn't just end my marriage, I took an Uzi and some explosives to it. The shame sat on the back of my neck like a coiled snake. It whispered things like, "you are no good. you aren't a nice person. you are terrible. you are bad."
So I drank...a lot. My roommate at the time when asked for the 15th consecutive night in a row to go out, "Sarah...I can't keep up with you."
You have to understand - I was on tv. I faked EVERYTHING. I was sunny and happy - maybe noone saw? I'm not really sure. I want to ask my people, "Did you know? Did you know how bad it was? Did you know how bad I was?"
I moved to Minneapolis at the end of November - new sparkly job, new apartment, new city, new people. It kept me occupied - busied me from my depression.
But not really.
I functioned, but maybe not well? I have no idea. I got up. I went to work. I partied a lot. And I did it again and again and again. ___
Are you depressed? Anxious? Sitting with trauma? Living with chronic stress? Dear one - you aren't alone. And there are tools to help.
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