My new normal

Dealing with depression for so long, I forgot who I was. I went from a happy go lucky woman to an easily agitated ball of emotion.

Now that I’m getting treatments for my depression and anxiety, I’m starting to feel better. Happier. Like my old self again (little by little). The hard part thought is, becoming happier doesn’t feel normal. I’ve been so depressed and unhealthy for so long, it’s been my normal. Talking down about my myself, feeling like a bad wife/mom, has been my normal. Now that I’m feeling better, my mind tells me sometimes that I’m getting too cocky.

It’s okay to be feeling yourself. I feel like I’m looking better, feeling better, and it feels so weird to me. This is my new normal: coming to terms that things will be off and weird for a while but that I’m going to be happier in the end.