It has been humbling to experience my life throughout the past few years. I suppose it’s inaccurate to say that I lived through those years. I was there. Life continued to throw me punch after punch over those years. I endured public humiliation and cyberbullying, suffered for six months from crippling anxiety and depression, put on fifty pounds, lost a well-paying job, and watched as my marriage fell apart in front of my eyes. I had a severe low point when I did. The problem is that nobody ever teaches you how to handle severe failure in life. I was at a loss for what to do, where to go, or whom to approach. My family understood that I needed assistance, but I was aware that no one could save me from this predicament. You are aware that it makes your feelings go away so you won’t have to. It truly saved my life at the time, but even after the worry subsided, I continued to rely on it too much. I made it. I was no longer in a drug-induced haze and I began to sense life again. Now, if your medication is required by your doctor, I’m not advocating that you stop taking it. For me, it was for a time, but once I was able to stand up for myself, I had to let it go so that I could move on with my life. I quickly experienced every emotion I had been repressing, ranging from profound vulnerability.
