Faking It

I’m sure many women fake it. No, I’m not talking about “it” which is often associated with certain bedroom proclivities. Faking it in my case alludes to my happiness—or, rather, lack thereof for the moment. I feel like I’ve been on auto-pilot for months, maybe even years, just trying to sustain some ability to feel like myself again. While I don’t yet know what that even means, much less how to achieve it, I do know that I have a problem. My problem is this huge elephant that is my depression and anxiety. While I am acknowledging my need for help, the process has been a slow one. I guess that’s to be expected. I cannot do it all at once. I can barely function day-to-day. I figured starting here could be a good tool for me to give these emotions a voice as I begin down this road, come what may.

Until next time.

My New Blog

Hi! I decided to turn the thoughts in my head and the crazy meanderings of my day-to-day life into this blog. It’s a big step, but I thought I could make use of it in a more friendly setting once I ease out of my shell.

If I am able to interact with others via these posts, great; if not, at least I have the therapeutic experience that I need, and hopefully a healthy outlet to release some of these pent-up emotions.

Cheers, and thanks for stopping by!