As it was for everyone, 2020 was difficult. Most of us want to forget it ever happened.
I've dealt with depression for a very long time, but it was manageable. I called myself a "functionally depressed". I would go to work, pay my bills, go out every once in a while. 2020 saw the pandemic arrive... For me, a no big deal being an introvert and having social anxiety. But it also took my mother; a cancer battler of over 8 years.
It wasn't a surprise, but you never imagine it happening. The solace I have was that she was no longer in pain from chemo. She was no longer living in fear of when the day would come. She passed surrounded by her husband and boys.
Yet, over the past several months I'd spend my weekends in bed. At times not eating for a day or two at a time. I saw 8 needed help. I have an analytical mind, and I wasn't emotionally depressed, I recognized I was mentally depressed. And I'm getting help. I hope it's helping. Time will tell.
We're all going through something. If you need help, seek it out. If you're a friend, check in on them.
