Okay, this is a break in the writerly / publicity posts. This is just me talking about something personal. I’ve struggled with depression and anxiety my whole life. Depression turns out to be easier for me to deal with, I just sleep more or lose myself in a book, become someone else for awhile.
Wouldn’t it be great to be someone else, just for a day? Their problems aren’t yours. You won’t have to worry about that oil change you’ve missed for weeks now, or that awkward social event coming up. Or feel guilty for being behind on work or promised projects or for not blogging enough or for wanting to just blow off EVERYTHING and crawl back under the covers. Maybe peer out enough to watch a Doctor Who Marathon. Doctor Who makes it all better, right?
I know I’m not alone in this, and when I do summon the guts to ask for help, people surprise me. People I don’t hear from often appear out of nowhere to say nice things and express concern and offer hugs. Even virtual hugs help more than most people realize. Being thought of, being sought out, without me having to ask for attention or time, means so much to me. Being missed, being thought of, these are huge to me, and make me feel loved more than any other words.
So thank you to my friends for sticking with me through being clingy and sad and paranoid and panicky. Thank you for still thinking I’m worthwhile. I need you all, and I hope the love I give you makes it all worth it.