Tears of Joy
Today I finally opened up to my mom about my depression. Spent a long time explaining why I am the way I am…letting her see the world through my eyes for once.
I had to do this coz everytime I hugged my mom I wanted to cry.sadness. But I was also angry that she didn’t see it…whether she couldn’t or didn’t want to it didn’t matter she just didn’t see.it. Its become something that can’t be ignored anymore.
I told her about medication. How it takes away the suicidal feeling but not the sadness. How sometimes I don’t feel sad…or anything else…just numb.
My mom hating modern medicine took me to a health & nutrition store. She bought me vitamins and extracts and iols and drinks that would help my mood and stabalize my emotions.
I’m looking forward to starting this new regiment. One because I’m not putting stuff in my body that shouldn’t be and two my mom, my best friend, is by my side to guide me.
I’m crying as I write this but these are tears of joy…
