Contrary to popular belief, sometimes, I can be serious.
I know. It comes as a shock to me, too.
And, when those serious moments come, I write what’s in my soul. Sometimes, those serious pieces stay locked in my computer, hidden in the far recesses of my hard drive, never to be seen by possible trolls and hurtful people who can’t be trusted to take care of my soul.
But, once in a while, I write something and share it with a friend to see what they think. To see if it would be helpful to someone else. To have a friend tell me, “yes, you should bear a little of your soul because so many feel the same way”.
My dear friend Lynn at Nomad Mom Diary is also an editor at BluntMoms (yes, she’s a total blog show off….). Over the summer, I approached her with an idea for a piece that I wasn’t comfortable writing for my own blog. Due to the topic, I wanted to write anonymously because my soul felt fragile. She encouraged me, cheered me on and completely understood when it took me six weeks to get back to her to say I still wasn’t sure I could write what I wanted to say. I was afraid of being judged, of being ridiculed, of being “outed” to my community. Saying the words “depression” and “Prozac” in the same sentence seemed impossible.
And then, Robin Williams died.
And my soul hurt for him.
Because my pain was a pain that encompassed him, enveloped him, and ultimately devoured him. In him, I saw what could have been me.
So, in the days after his passing, the words flowed. Suddenly, I knew exactly what I wanted to say and how I wanted to say the words that were in my heart. I wrote my soul and gave it to Lynn to publish on BluntMoms.
If you’d like to read a piece of my heart, a piece of my soul, a piece of my struggle with depression, please click the link below.
And remember, I’m trusting you with my soul. Be kind to it. If it’s something that resonates with you, because you, too, are in the midst of that struggle, please know you are among friends here.