But I'm a tiny bit closer to figuring out who I'm not. I'm not the family clown. I'm not the family caretaker. I'm not .. I'm not well. I thought I could just go on ignoring my own needs and they kicked me up the backside. So now I'm feeling tender and vulnerable and a bit like someone in Snakes and Ladders who just got bitten by the longest snake and has to start all over again. And I haven't been throwing any sixes yet.

 

Just getting through the day is hard. And I'm actually RECOVERING from depression. It was much worse. But somehow it seems to trouble me more now, when I start getting anxious or when I find I can't leave the house. Maybe my mind sees it clearer now. I don't know. I'm just here to let the words out of my head. I don't really want comments or sympathy. I just want the words out, away from me.