I’m a depressed adult born of a depressed adult

For the most part, I don’t write about my depression.  I only try to keep this blog full of the good times.  Hence the emptiness in the last year or two.

Something happened to me two weeks ago, though.  I found me again.  That’s the only way I can describe it.  I could set aside the war torn, tossed and turned life I’ve lived, and think of things to write about again.

A battle emerged on my Facebook page, the other night, and my “grandmother” said something about stepping back and re-evaluating how I felt.  I deleted all the posts related to this entanglement.

For the first time I saw and realized that many read and don’t comment. I realized they were there.

I wished someone a Happy Birthday and in their Thank-you, they said “get better.”   And ya know, I didn’t know he read what I write either.  But he must.

There are a world of people who don’t comment.  I’m one of them.  If I can’t add to your conversation then I move on..  but I think its important to just know you are there.  Writing is easier and you feel better about yourself when you read a comment.  So, c’mon, let’s comment more.

Have a wonderful Weekend.

~Heidi (www.withaz.net)