I realized that by starving it I was also starving myself, but that didn’t upset me, not really. I hated it, and so I would persevere through my own pain and sickness.
I remember every single patient who I’ve cared for. Their faces are stored away in my mind and I see them when I lie awake at night, when my brain won’t switch off because of the back- to-back shifts. I wonder how they are, if they ever followed that dream they spoke of. If they go out and do all of the normal things someone of their age should be doing.
I suffer. Yes. I 100% believe in healing and know that Jesus has taken my iniquities and is faithful to me, but in my own devotion to Him I also know that even if it doesn’t happen, the very fact that He is my Lord and Savior will never change.
I hope you know that feeling afraid and overwhelmed is a normal part of being human. It doesn’t make you weak, it doesn’t mean you aren’t capable; all it means is that you are a human being with thoughts, feelings, and emotions.
Depression is not one size fits all. Depression is not something to be ashamed of. Depression is not kind. Depression lies.
The seven stages of grief absolutely exist. They come in waves, and there is no acceptable time frame in which one can pass through them.
Bravery: I know it may not seem like it at times, but it takes a lot of courage and strength to get out of bed and face the world when all you want to do is curl up in a ball and hide from everything.
The thing about depression is you’ve really got to be ready to lose friends.
I’m tired of having constantly stress that I’m stressed out in every aspect of my life. I’m tired of worrying. I’m tired of panicking. I’m tired of suffering. I’m tired of trying.
I fought in the heat of a serious battle. I have scars that are internal.