Believe me when I say that there was no part of me that wanted to depart from my bed today. It’s a beautiful Friday, which I can now fully attest to since going to my office and pulling open the blinds. However, yesterday was a doozy of a day in its entirety and it resulted in what I call a red sticker day. Getting out of bed today was like waking up to a hangover, not quite fully equipped to embrace the new day.
It appears that before I get on with my day I have to get all of this or as much of this as I can out. It’s been no secret that I have struggled with depression my entire adult life. I have always been plagued with insecurities and feelings of being, at times, inadequate. My mid-to-late 20s were marred by a series of extreme highs and lows. My BFF, Barry can certainly attest to the internal turmoil that I dealt with on a constant basis. Lovingly he’d say that for someone as smart as I am, I could be and do some really stupid things. Most of that had to do with my choices in men and in accepting anything that was handed to me when it came to them. Those insecurities manifested or were a manifestation of what I dealing with or avoiding internally. Continue reading “Cinco de Mayo: Red Sticker Day”


