The depression that sank in after my diagnosis through mid-January made each day feel like an eternity. I actually would count down the hours until I could get in bed each day. Getting out of bed each morning was painful. Facing the day ahead was almost unbearable. I told Karl one day that I felt like I was dancing on the edge of depression every day, and I really was. My vision of myself during that time was me balancing on a tightrope high above a body of water. It was all I could do to not fall off, but truthfully, many days I did. I would get to work early so that I could have a good cry before the kids got there because I knew I couldn't hold it together all day. There were also many afternoons that I would cry in the closet of my classroom after the kids left because I just couldn't hold it in any longer. Karl saw many of my tears and breakdowns, but there were so many more that he never knew about. I was a mess.
It's better now, and for whatever reason that may be, I am grateful. It's nice to feel like me again. I know there are so many people praying on our behalf, and for each prayer, I am humbled and filled with gratitude. Several people have said they are praying for a peace for us as we walk this path, and I believe those prayers are being heard and answered. I feel filled with a peace right now that can only be attributed to God's hand on us. For the first time in a long time, I really feel everything is going to be okay.
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