Grateful for the Blahs!

I Am Not Defined shared part of her journey in a post titled Depressed.  She reminded me that I should be greatful when I have the Blahs.  After all, it is only the Blahs.

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.