My stuff came!

I ordered some things from and they came!

It’s no secret that I adore TheBloggess – She is funny as hell, and also frequently moving, and far more courageous than I have ever been about her struggles with depression, anxiety and self-harm. It seemed only fair that I should repay her in some small measure for the joy and laughter she has brought me by supporting her in some small way.

This is what I bought:

When Worlds Collide                      Copernicus

I also decided to get Silver Ribbon Buttons.

The silver ribbon symbolizes support for those with depression, anxiety, or other mental illnesses.  Since The Bloggess chose to be open about her struggles (see this post), the least I can do is wear the ribbon as well. I, too, am trying to kick that bastard, depression, to the curb on a daily basis.

It is a struggle that I despise. I’m tired of it. I’ve been working around it and through it and over and under it for most of my life. It’s pretty old by this time, but it may follow me around, biting my ankles and tripping me up, for the rest of my life. Part of me resents that. I shake my fist (figuratively speaking) at the universe, furious that after all this time, I have not yet moved beyond.

I will save for another time the laundry list of crap in life. It’s not germane to the matter at hand, and I still have trouble giving myself permission to not be a paragon. But I will proudly wear the ribbon, and, if asked, will say why honestly and without reservation.

That’s an act of courage, right there.

About elsmama

I am prone to speaking before having engaged my brain. This has caused some strife, and much laughter.
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2 Responses to My stuff came!

  1. BH says:

    You go, girlfriend! Your act of honesty and integrous living will encourage others to do the same. It’s so easy to grow tired of our own processes. I often look in the mirror and feel so damn tired of my own damn self. Then, I think that everyone must be tired of me and my own process of recovery, too. Then, of course, I think that no one must want to hear from me anymore. Then, the really toxic self-talk starts…Down the rabbit hole of despair I go. Your act of support for those who live with mental health issues–and 70% of Americans will face mental health issues at some point in their lives–is compassionate and empathetic. I’m proud to be your friend. xo

  2. elsmama says:

    Thank you! It makes me feel like less of a messed up wreck to hear you say that. And I am so proud and happy to be your friend, too! You are a wonderful, kind, intelligent person, and I so enjoy our friendship.

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