I have not been looking forward to this particular Concerned Blogger‘s post for some time now. Secretly dreading the day when none of the other participants had a ’cause’ they wanted broadcast out into the Second Life world… here we go.

This isn’t a coming out party in the wonderful sexuality sense. It’s more coming to face my fears of being labeled. I loath labeling and have felt the wrath of it on my brain for years. Even my ex-bosses 10-year-old kid has called me names because I am…quite plainly…different.

I’m not crazy. I’m not a weirdo. I’m not a cry baby.

I am an introverted, socially shy at times, sensitive woman…when the mood strikes me. I also have been diagnosed with Major Chronic Depression. The big D. My illness can be quite severe at times, so much so that I must regulate my interactions from day-to-day with people. I must always be cognizant of my surroundings and mindful of not letting my triggers get the best of me. The fastidious attention the illness demands can be so draining, which causes most of its patients to sleep. Sleep is the best refuge for the weary, and it was definitely mine during the worst of it.

In the past 8 months, I have started going through an intensive therapy program two hours a week, every week. I have corrected my diet, exercise, vitamin intake, and done extensive journaling of progress, set backs, and memories from my youth. Luckily, I have been able to look at (Read more...)

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