Those moments of golden silence, so few and far between in life, but here in cyberspace silence can grow exponentially.
I haven’t been here much, because I’ve been out living. Following my mantra that “Life is a journey not a destination.”
These past four months have been a crazy journey. The road was rocky and full of precarious twists and turns, and a month ago I crashed. Shattered into a million pieces.
The moment I stepped into the doctor’s office I knew life would never be the same. My new normal involves, a “happy” pill to take each day. For years I had fought against it. Arguing that I could handle my mental illness through diet, therapy and exercise. Then I turned 40 and the shit hit the fan. The depression became unbearable and once the doctor said untreated depression could lead to memory loss and Alzheimer’s I quickly snatched the script from her hand and made a bee-line for the nearest drugstore.
I’m on week four of my new normal and I finally feel like myself again. I’m laughing again. Really laughing and I’m not yelling anymore, heck even my road rage is gone.
My new normal will also include a new job.
If you would have told me four weeks ago when life broke me, that I would finally find my dream job, I would have kicked you in the shin.
But life has a way of working out, and on the day I broke the pieces finally fell into place.
Here’s to new beginnings and new words on the page.