I’ve suffered from anxiety and recurrent major depression for more than twenty years. Over that time, I’ve learned a number of lessons about living life and dealing with these diseases.
Two equally meaningful and powerful days from that time stand out to me.
My wedding day, fifteen years ago now, was a happy day when I was more confident and sure about what I was doing than any other.
The day that rivals my wedding day in terms of my surety of purpose came just six months ago, the day I checked myself into the hospital because I feared I was going to kill myself.
Complete opposites on the spectrum of happiness, these two days demonstrate the extreme highs and lows we can feel when we suffer from anxiety and depression. Continue reading.
Originally posted on Tiny Buddha.