Okay, so I have to be honest and say that in my last post I was less than honest. Obviously my commitment to myself and to my readers was not lived up to. I was going to try and post everyday but have failed in my half-hearted attempt. I was dishonest because I said that my feelings of depression was not to the extreme of having to resort to any type of drug to help with the onset of such an emotional state that I barely have the motivation to get out of bed sometimes. While it is true that I am not on any type of medication at this moment, I have come to the realization that maybe I need to stop feeling ashamed for how I feel and seeing myself as weak because I may need something to help me to cope once in a while.

We all have skeletons in our closets, and baggage that we carry throughout our lives and for some, it may seem like the weight of the world is on our shoulders. I am not writing this to fish for sympathetic comments, I am writing this because it is a truth for many people. It is just hard to talk about or to admit. It is okay to seek a doctor’s advice, it is okay if you cannot deal with pressures on your own. It is okay to ask for help.

I have decided that for me, for my family, I need to do just that. And then, maybe I will again be motivated to regale everyone with stories from my life. Following is the post I alluded to and failed to get published in a decent amount of time to adequately thank the people I intended to thank a few weeks ago for their un-selfish love and care during a scary time for Andru and I.