The Monsters That Live Inside Me
When I wrote the first post for this blog I was in a particularly good place. I have been scared since then to write again because I did not know how to write about the bad days. But I have started to feel that its disingenuous to only write about the good days. So buckle up and come with me as I try to describe what a bad day for me is like. My anxiety and depression are two monsters that live inside me (hence the title.) No matter how much medicine I take or how much therapy I have the monsters are still there. The medicine helps to mitigate the symptoms and the therapy helps me to deal with the symptoms that do come in but nothing gets rid of the monsters. They are always there. Looking for any opening they can to take hold and rip me apart from the inside out. The chest burster scene from alien seems apropos for the feeling. About two weeks ago, after some time with only minimal symptoms, my monsters suddenly jumped up to the front of my consciousness and screamed ...