One point three thoughts

Posted on August 21, 2005 in Anxiety Compassion

Wellness of mind is a new thing to me, still, though I was diagnosed with Major Depression in 1994, I did not truly begin my recovery until last January when I received my correct diagnosis. In earlier days, I felt very threatened by others who exhibited symptoms: it was as if their creeping skin crawled under my creeping skin and bit into the back of my neck like a swarm of north Canadian gnats. I often panicked. Yelling, screaming, getting out of there. Last winter, a therapist told me that I would have to stop running. I listened. And now I hold my ground.

I, too, deserve to hang around. If other people can’t handle me, they’ll just have to cope. Or run.