Grammie's Double Whammy

I am married to an incredible human being. I know. He's my husband and you would expect me to say that, right? Well,you have no idea...Steve has supported my hopes and dreams since before he married me. I am still in awe of his commitment to all that makes Ellie happy... Support is an extraordinary process. A living,breathing and consistent example of love and dedication. I certainly consider it as important as any therapy or remedy I may utilize to manage and live with Depression, Psoriasis and Psoriatic Arthritis. Perhaps even more important. When I was diagnosed with Clinical Depression at 30 years old, it was probably not a surprise for Steve. He had been living with my undiagnosed monster for eleven years. Thus began a journey of meds and therapy he did not sign up for. Still...he  loved me. As I drowned in sorrow after a miscarriage on the heels of this diagnosis, Steve stayed right next to me. He just knew it was him, not words,I needed. I was a...

My high school friend,  Valerie, recently posted a comment on my Facebook page. She suggested that I was brave for sharing my story. I had to pause. When I think of bravery, I see images of firefighters running into burning buildings to save people. I am certainly not brave. Or am I? Sara Bareilles sings a song titled Brave. It is a favorite of mine that I have loved, since the moment I heard it. But I don't believe I ever really listened to what she was trying to say in the lyrics.  After contemplating Valerie's post, and revisiting the song and its video, my interpretation of her point is much clearer. And at such an important time in my life. Speak your truth and be brave. OK. I guess I'm brave. I literally feel like a new woman. Thank you, Valerie! Sharing my story and vulnerabilities is courageous. I know this because stories about people who have conquered their demons have resonated with me in a remarkable way. Telling a personal story exposes your pa...