When I get really down and depressed I always say I'm in a hole, and I'll eventually dig my way out. I usually do or I wouldn't be here. I'd be in a hospital somewhere medicated to high heaven I'm sure if I didn't have the love and support of numerous friends and family.
Of course the hole I'm picturing is Alice in Wonderland and there's no wacky Mad Hatter to greet me. I know eventually I'll get out but it's scary all the same.
I'm fortunate I have people that help pull me out of that hole whether they know it or not. I have my husband, Rich, who does a lot for me and brings me Junior Mints and flowers. He makes me laugh a lot, and I know I'm loved. We've been through a lot together. He also supports different treatments I've tried. He's one of my biggest cheerleaders.
I have my mom who I can still talk to about things, and she still calls me her "baby" at 52. She makes me laugh a lot and by her example shows me the strength to go on. She's had bouts of depression yet she's still working at a check cashing establishment where she stands most of the day - at 71.
I have my online friend Bev. Thank God for voice chat - since she's in Florida. Both her and her husband are disabled yet we talk for at least 2 hours about everything - and she got my mind off of being chronically ill and made me feel like a crafty, creative person. Even in bad times we always seem to laugh at least once in our conversations.
I have my daughter and grandchildren. They make me think that I need to go on and guide them, love them, and for the grandkids - spoil them LOL. I remember growing up with my grandparents and I can't think of growing up any other way - they taught me a lot also.
I have my online support group Chronic Babes and the ladies whose blogs I follow from that group. Thanks for making me think, hope, be proactive, and have some really neat online friends!