I Get It

To the friend who is struggling with crippling, incapacitating depression:

You know how you want to go shout from the rooftops when you accomplish something seemingly small, but you stay quiet because you’re convinced that you’ll get some weird look and a snarky comment about adulting?

Well, listen…

When you manage to take an actual shower…

When you get the dishes done. Or at least unloaded. Or maybe just loaded…

When you move the laundry from the washer to the dryer…

When you’re wearing an entirely clean outfit that wasn’t Febrezed first…

When you brushed your teeth, and maybe even flossed…

When you managed to do a 10-minute workout…

When you ate a meal that wasn’t completely carbs pulled from a chip bag in the pantry…

When you hung something on your wall…

When you unpacked a box…

When you dealt with people…

When you did homework with your kiddo…

I want you to know that I get it.  I’ve been there, and I know the feeling.  So high five!  I’m celebrating with you!

2 Replies to “I Get It”

  1. I’m happier than ever before and yet I can nod to at least 6 or 7 points. My eyes are now completely turn to God. And, the pain is much more bearable. I love you girls.

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