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honest to a fault

First word: Frustrated. I was never athletic but now it is everything I can to to walk around the the block, and there is no physiological reason. It would seem that somewhere in my head a circuit board blew out and left me with depression and anxiety, which reduces my stamina to about zip.

I used to be able to take some of the church kids on day hikes and that was fun. Now I realize I didn't take enough pictures; oh well, so goes life. Also loved to go to contemporary Christian concerts (with group) but that is kind of out of my price range.

I grew up spending a lot of time alone, just something I adapted myself to. There were many times when I was out playing with the neighborhood kids, but I could always retreat to the safety (?) of my room.

Probably suffered from depression all my life (my Dad certainly did) but I kept it locked up in a box called Denial. Then one day the box broke and that was when I went for help.

It was a good thing I went for help for the mental illness symptoms have changed a very great deal over the last few years.

I try to find some humor in everything, sometimes I succeed, sometimes I don't.

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