Why is it that when I finally break down and admit what is troubling me that I always find relief? It takes everything I have to admit it. My pride can get in the way I guess. An example is when I used to lose my work keys. If I am stressed I lose my keys – it is just my way of letting hubby know I’m stressed I guess. Anyway, it used to be a HUGE deal to lose your keys where I worked (with several million in inventory on hand I can understand their point). I would limp along for several days worrying and losing my mind searching. EVERY time I went to assets protection and said “If I don’t find my keys in 2 days you will have to get the locks changed and put me on disciplinary action.” Within one day of my guilty confession I’d find my keys. They used to laugh at me and give me stern lectures.

Yesterday I admitted to EVERYONE in my life that I was really depressed. Today I woke up and felt like a huge weight is off me. It is like hitting bottom and still being low but knowing you’re going to get back up. Swallowing pride can be a wonderful thing. Asking for prayers is powerful, I always feel better when I've broken down and asked for friends to say a prayer for me. It is a wonderful thing to know there is someone out there saying a prayer that it will get better or that you will have the strength to get through it.

“This too shall pass” as my Mom always said. Today is a better day.