A couple of weeks ago, I had a very bad weekend. I was in a very dark place. I didn't get out of bed for two days. I consumed nothing but coffee. I did get up to shower. But, not having my boys here, I couldn't think of a reason to get up. And after letting myself go back to that place that landed me in the hospital, I was having a difficult time coming up with a reason to live. Thankfully, the right person sent the right text at the right time and snapped me out of it. I have two very important reasons to live. My boys need me. And I need them. My counselor suggested I come up with a "safety plan" for when I come to this place again. Part of that safety plan involves having a go to person. Someone I can trust, and go to, who will understand what I need. And know if I need to get help. I have one friend in particular who came to mind. I told her that I wanted to see her, that I have a favor to as...
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.