It’s frustrating because I know how exhausted I am on a daily basis, and no one seems to take that seriously. I mean, sheesh, I have Chronic Fatigue, so you’d think people would realize I can’t always do things, or be strong. But they don’t realize this, and maybe just maybe I’m to blame. Not only does my strong part push so hard, there’s a lot of pride in wanting to do for myself, and in not letting others see me hurt or fall. As an abused child, naturally I had no one to confide in or help me, so I learned to lick my own wounds like an injured animal. Good thing I could do that, I suppose, for it helped me continue functioning. But the flip side is that maybe I don’t know how to convey to others when I DO need help. I’m not saying that’s the case with you, everyone’s different (well,duh).

About the ring thing, I couldn’t agree more! Only thing I’d change is that I HATE the word “survivor.” I’m not sure why, really, except that to me the connotation is that I made it through something without dying, and seems to me that, short of suicide, I didn’t have much to do with that. God’s the one keeps me breathing! And I didn’t even know there was such a thing as killing oneself until I was a teenager. First time I heard about it, thought someone was pulling my leg!

So I prefer the term “overcomer.” The implication is different, somehow. Life the difference between existing, and thriving. But heck yeah, I’d wear an overcomer’s ring or necklace in a heartbeat. Seems we should come up with something, doesn’t it?

OK, I know this is long…but you’ve left several comments on my website (which I really really appreciate, keep them coming, it’s good to know I’m being read), so turn about is fair play, and all that stuff.

Oh, before I sign off: I am rooting for you to get through this depression. I know the depths of depression and the color of it and the way that it just drains you. Smiles, hugs, giggles–whatever you need–are yours today from everyone here to everyone there!!

beautifuldreamer & co