I am one of millions who has depression and anxiety. I will not use the word suffer because it’s who I am.
I am lucky that I don’t have COMPLETELY debilitating depression or anxiety. I say completely because while I have days that it hurts to get out of bed and all I want to do is pull the covers over my head and sleep or cry, I get up and shower. Then I go and fall asleep on the couch. But I moved and that is a huge accomplishment.
Some days, I make myself leave the house, even if it’s just to go to target or get gas in my car, even getting the mail is movement.
Most days, I’m ok and able to function “normally” Some days I put on a smile and go out and fake it so I don’t spiral
Some days I just don’t fall asleep at all because my brain won’t shut up and since I can’t live on Xanax, I let my brain run wild. Those are the hard days, because while my body is so tired, my brain just won’t shut up and then I have to take something to sleep.
Some days are good Some days I have anxiety attacks and then will be ok for a few days.
Some days are good
(that’s gonna be my tattoo, as drawn by my niece)