I was diagnosed with depression in 2016. It was a scary place to be at; finding out that the way I have always thought, the way I over analyze things, the replaying of conversations after they happen over and over and wondering if I had caused any offense, the beating down of myself and rarely seeing any good qualities in me, the tossing and turning for hours in bed with no sleep…all that was not normal. That majority of the people around me did not go through this all day. I have always wanted to be special. But this was not what I had in mind.
So here I am, trying to make sense of all that my brain throws my way. And every other day wishing I knew what normal feels like while trying to make the most of my time here.
I write better than I speak, so giving blogging another chance seemed appropriate.
I consider myself a humanist. Basically, I believe the happiness and needs of humans come before the needs of gods.
My tombstone shall read;
Here lies Deb; finally doing the one things she loved doing. Nothing!
Oh, and my name is Deby.