Let me preface this blog by saying I am ok. I've been to the doctor, my husband is aware of my current state and I have taken action to feel better. I am not in danger. This is not a cry for help.
I suffer from clinical depression. I've been on medication. I am aware of my danger signs, those behaviors that indicate I'm sinking. This time was different. I didn't see it coming. Like the frog that ends up boiling to death because he is used to the water, I never felt the dark coming on. I just woke up on Friday and realized I was alone at the bottom in the dark. The tears were just behind my eyes. The anxiety was a knot in my stomach. My mouth was dry and I couldn't carry on a conversation without crying.
Once I realized I was already in the dark, I started to be able to look back and see what had happened. I still don't know what started it or when it even began. I do see that I began pulling away...
