A few months ago I was home, sick and suffering from S.A.D. with no motivation, no gumption, no old-fashioned get up and go to make me get off the couch. All I did was sit there and watch Grey’s Anatomy from season one on and feel like moving was the most anyone could ask of me that day.
The last few days I’ve been sick. I’ve been home watching Grey’s anatomy, season five. I haven’t moved, nor gotten off the couch save to get myself food, but the difference…ahhh…the difference is amazing. I’m here because I’m sick and drained of energy, not because I can’t move because I’m paralyzed by depression. The medication worked. Exercise worked. It’s less than three months later, and I feel like I have my life back. Like I’m me again. Thank God for that, because my couch was beginning to have a permanent dent.
More tomorrow, thanks for reading!
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