Ever since I gave my son up for adoption, it’s been a bit of a struggle to take care of myself. For those of you who aren’t aware, it’s his birth month and I’ve been fighting with some pretty severe depression for the past week and a half.
This is the second year that my dad’s been with me during this time of year. Last year, we were still kind of feeling each other out. I got so depressed that I went out drinking a lot and smoked weed. This year, as I started sliding into a feeling of worthlessness, my dad was the one who stopped me. He let me know that I was getting really down on myself and that I didn’t seem happy. Continue reading