Mad House
I decided to start a blog to be able to journal.. Hopefully a bit of anonymously.. I guess I figure this might be a form of therapy for me? So, to set the scene. I feel like I live in a Mad House. Not me. I’m not the one going crazy.. but because I live with someone struggling with mental illness.. maybe I am starting to also lose it myself. My husband suffers from severe depression and anxiety. Some people don’t know what that really means.. I didn’t before I married him. Like most people I thought of depression as how you felt when a guy dumped you and anxiety was when you were overwhelmed with school. No. Depression is a thief. It steals from my life.. it steals from my husband’s life. I despise depression for all the days it has robbed. Depression doesn’t really look like “sadness” in our house. Depression causes lack of logical thinking. It makes people really truly think that other people would be...