These hands
Years ago I wrote for the first time about my mental health. I was nervous to share with the world my imperfections. At first I only shared my writings with a few friends, but as I learned more about depression and bipolar I realized that many of us are walking similar paths, we're just too afraid to share our stories. Strangers started sending emails telling me how encouraged they were by my boldness, and search for hope and joy even though my mind shouted lies at me. I started to realize that we need each other, we were meant to live all of life together. I began to see that sometimes the best way to heal was to simply trust somebody enough to share our thoughts with. Ever since then I have worked hard to be open and honest about both my joys and my heartache. The last week or so I'm realizing it's time to start talking about these hands of mine. On the left I wear my wedding bands with my boys birthstones added in, because these four guy...