Thursday – August 3, 2017 (9:37 AM)
Depression is a strange thing. You would think that after dealing with this mental illness for more than half of my life, that I would have some sort of control over it.
There’s days when it’s possible to maneuver around my roller coaster of emotions, and then there’s times when I have to just throw in the towel and let it take over.
This morning I threw in the towel.
But the hardest part of it all is that I succumbed to this depression in front of my son. As he sat there crying, I broke down and cried with him.