…on the wall. Who’s the craziest of them all?

Not this girl.

I’ve just had my last therapy session (and no, I didn’t know it was going to be my last, but hey ho). I feel happy, but also a bit scared. The most important part is, I think I can do this now. There will be bad days, but there will be far more good days and far more epic days.

What they don’t tell you about depression is that even the most simple question becomes loaded with meaning. When people ask, “How are you?” you don’t give a rushed, socially acceptable “Fine, thanks”. You have to actually think about it and give a more detailed response. Or, if you overthink everything to the extent I do, you consider recent events, current feelings, and when the person last asked so you don’t repeat yourself or miss something out. Which is even harder to do when your memory is crapper and you haven’t been sleeping well. But I digress.

The point is, when people stop asking me how I am in a concerned way, I’ll know I’m better. Even choosing “when” for that sentence rather than “if” is a big step. The future still scares me, but I know that living in the present and enjoying each hour as it comes is what I need to do. I’m surrounding myself with healthy, happy people and I’ve reclaimed my life.