After 30 years of serious or suicidal depression, I need to remember to be grateful for how well I am doing now. Even my “bad” days are nothing like they were when Bip, Pots and the twins were in control and running wild. I had 8-10 anxiety attacks and 5-8 panic attacks every single day. Esophageal spasms, headaches, tremors, insomnia, constant fatigue and passing out were just a regular part of my life. It has been a long 15 year journey out of that darkness.
Thank you, I Am Not Defined, for reminding me of how far I have come.