Bigger than me: part 3/5

(Part 3/5 of a series of posts sharing my reality of dealing with something I thought I was immune to) Despite crashing into me while taking his photo, @laynecalled was one of my close friends that at some point, heard my story. Up until then, he and a few others were a sounding board during bike rides, trail runs, and backcountry ski adventures, that was a part of what aided in getting back to good. @jasonbernhisel gave me a book written by the Dalai Lama, Desmond Mpilo Tutu and Douglas Abrams, titled, “The Book of Joy” @rickymaddox kept me in the loop for morning bike rides and after a second seizure, our good friend and neighbor, Chad Pace, came to our home and gave me a blessing. In his blessing, he mentioned I’d soon be able to feel a brightness of hope in my life.Depression sucks. Depression does not equal unhappy, it’s a whole different monster. It nearly wrecked the most important relationships in my life as I drifted along. It was hard to acknowledge that it was happening to me. But once I did there was a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. It also helped me realize how much I had neglected my focus on our small family unit. Trying to please everyone, be everywhere all the time and spread my arms so wide, just wasn’t working for me or our family. We brought it in... a lot. We became more focused on supporting each other first. Once that was where it needed to be, we could reach out beyond ourselves. But never losing sight of what’s most important and always working hard to keep it that way. When you truly love something, you’ll do whatever it takes to make it perfect.