This past year honestly doesn’t feel like much to celebrate.
Depression showed up to every party uninvited and didn’t get the hint when I asked him to leave. He brings his friends comparison, discontentment, and anxiety and they ruin the entire event.
My 25th year should have been the best year of my life. I got married, traveled to Europe, started working at NASA – it sounds amazing, right?
No matter the combination of events and sweet ingredients, when you sprinkle in even a drop of depression, the outcome tastes pretty sour.
I was texting back and forth with a friend just a few days ago when I told her this had been the hardest year of my life. Her response: “I had no clue.”
Most people didn’t know nor did I want them to. I actually started crying to a Taylor Swift song recently (which is not unusual), but this one was because it resonated way too deep in my soul.