First and foremost, I’m a survivor. I live with Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD) and Dysthymia (persistent depressive disorder). I also have recurrent Major Depressive Episodes.
I’m optimistic. Irritatingly so, according to people in my life. I can always find something to be thankful for. I am always looking on the bright side of things. It’s a trait that I believe saves me over and over from the lies that depression tells me. It’s also a trait that makes it hard for me to accept that I’m depressed.
I’m a mother. A wife. I have a successful career. I’m creative. I have two dogs and a cat. I am so much more than my illness.