You know, as educated as I am about depression and anxiety disorders, I still fall into the trap of thinking "God, I should be able to do better, I should be able to focus more, etc." I've gone through some major changes over the past few weeks - our flood, throwing out Dad's stuff, realizing that I'm in love with someone who will never love me back, Uncle Chester dying, etc. And, really, maybe I am too trapped in my own head, but isn't that just part of the disease? I really find it strange that after 15 years I still buy into the stigma on some level. Strange.
TMR
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