One thing that most people don't know about me is that I (and I hate this word) suffer from depression.
It's been described as the big black dog and sometimes it really is. Finding the joy in life sometimes seems impossible.
I have grown so used to putting on the facade for people, so they don't know what is going on under the surface.
Unfortunately, I'm now at a stage where the facade is cracking big time. So now I'm getting help. It's only the first step...all I can do is hope that things become more manageable.
