I think a lot of people are assuming that I had my little nervous break down/panic attack/suicidal episode because my husband and I split up. That I am depressed about being single. That I can't live without him taking care of me. This is not the case. One does not get the diagnoses of "severe clinical depression" from a break up. And that is exactly what the psychiatrist wrote on my discharge papers. I have been depressed for a very long time. I was raped at the age of 17, and lost a baby at the age of 31. Two events no woman should ever have to live through. Two things I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. I never dealt with either of them. I've been running away from my problems for more than half my life. Pushing them down. Ignoring the pain. My husband has been suggesting therapy for years. My longest friend has been doing the same. I didn't become depressed because of my husband....
My journey, trying to be an Ironman, while dealing with anxiety, depression, body dysmorphia, self doubt, and life as a single mom with two grown sons, a crazy ass dog, and a handful of cats.