• It’s OK to Need Help

    In previous blog posts and conversations over the last two years, I’ve made no bones about the fact that I’ve battled with bouts of depression and anxiety since I was diagnosed with congestive heart failure and type 2 diabetes. The daily routines of medications, blood sugar testing, meal planning, and other related bullshit, combined with the constant worry of trying to figure out how to pay for all of those medications and testing supplies, are simply overwhelming at times. Add to that all of the typical stuff that goes along with every day life, you know… work, bills, chores, relationships, etc… and you’ve got yourself a great big barrel of fun. Then top that off with dealing with a loved…

  • Battling the other D

    “Depression hurts.” That’s what the lady in the Cymbalta commercial said this morning.  My mind screamed, “Lady, you have no idea!” in response.  The words never left my mouth, but they sure could have. I’ve battled depression off and on for many years.  It comes and goes, and no two bouts are ever the same.  Sometimes it lasts but a day or so, and other times I battle for weeks to get back on track.  As of late, I’ve found myself in the later. I am, for all intents and purposes, fighting with depression right now.  And it most certainly does hurt.  It hurts mentally, affecting my ability to work, to focus on what’s important, and essentially, to care about…