Almost twelve months ago, I was diagnosed with depression.
That is the first time I have ever just said it as it is, without feeling like I had to justify it. I suffer with depression. And, let me tell you, it’s hard. In January 2014 (I know it was the 25th because I previously liked to admonish myself with remembering the day I fell apart) I went to see the doctor.
Well it’s finally here, the big 40, this is what 40 looks and feels like, this is the day when my life is going to begin, well that’s what they say anyway. I have been waiting for this day for probably the last year. I know I’m suppose to dread everything about turning 40, but in some strange way, I don’t.
While we are sleeping, we all dream. Images, ideas, emotions even sensations occur in our mind involuntarily while we are asleep. It has also been suggested that dreams are a connection to our unconscious mind and that they manifest from our deepest desires and anxieties.
I often wonder what would have happened had I not had my son, Lucas. He was my turning point, the bringer of light into my life. Before Lucas my life was full of variety and freedom. It was good, don’t get me wrong, it’s just that I had a deep sense of fulfillment that was missing. What happened next was probably the one thing…
OMG have you ever had a few of those crazy days at home where the kids run wild, no matter what you do to try to keep them entertained your efforts just don’t seem to have an affect on them! The day starts with sleeping in an extra half an hour, as I was up late the night before reading and soaking up some of the very rare ‘ME TIME’.