Look what I did! A sketch i'm not embarrassed of!
A week ago about this same time i was in that Walmart parking lot trying not to act on my suicidal ideations, calling crisis lines, frightened that i couldn't trust myself.
Since then, i broke my silence a little bit and shared with a few in my family and friends how badly i'm being affected by my depression. I had been so anxious anticipating their disappointment, but they were patient with me. My fam even made an effort to give me more quiet time - a feat in a house with so many kids.
But i plan to check out a low cost counseling organization while i figure out insurance things that will make medication accessible.
In the meantime. I've been making a bigger effort to make some kind of art as often as i can. Its a fight against myself sometimes - just the idea of picking up a pencil can feel so... heavy. But i'm glad i've tried more often in the past week.
Awesome.
(all of this is not to say that i dont feel panicked hearing a phone ring or that i'm suddenly able to be in social situations. but i'm spending less time dissociating in the middle of mundane tasks and thats nice)