It’s a fabulously rainy Sunday afternoon. My house is in a happy medium, neither too dirty nor too clean. My kids are playing on the computer together, wishing they could go outside. I’m not tired, if anything, I feel good. I’ve mentioned it here a million times, but I suffer from clinical depression. About a month ago, after nearly two years of sometimes crippling depression, I woke up happy.
As I weathered the depression, nothing fell completely apart. My house suffered for it at times, but I’m getting it together now. I crawled out of hermit mode to realize my friends are still there and they still love me. I’m taking time to get to know people that have interested me, but I couldn’t see past my darkness to really get to know. I’m finding them all delightful and I’m glad I know them.
My career is blossoming, once again I’m finding writing a joy instead of a burden. I have Heather to thank for that. She kept this site going when I was at my worst. And she did a darn fine job with it, too. Things are going well again.
I came up from this depression, in love with life, having a great time and bringing the fun with me wherever I go. So, my confession today? I’m finally happy again. Look out, world!
Tell me, Home Eccers, tell me your happy things. Or tell me your woes and I’ll give you a hug and perhaps some my happiness will rub off on you. 🙂