I’ve been dragging my feet about writing this, because I feel a bit… silly.
After I very publicly declared in my June 2015 blog that I’d suffered from – and beaten – depression, receiving hundreds of messages from friends and strangers alike thanking me for giving them hope, it wasn’t so much embarrassment as not wanting to destroy the illusion.
An optimistic start
‘Life is 10% what happens to you, 90% how you react to it.’ (Charles R. Swindoll)
This is one of my favourite quotes and life philosophies. But what if you lose control over how you react to it?
Check phone. Again. Nope, he still hasn’t texted. Heart lurches, stomach flips and brain tries desperately to recall That Nice Thing He Said which means that He Definitely Will Text. It’s tough being an optimist, clinging onto those elusive gaps between the rain, and trying to ignore that you’re getting drenched.
But I wouldn’t have it any other way.