You guys are awesome, and I love you.
Does veterinary medicine attract people prone to depression? Or are we pulled in that direction?
Sometimes an appropriate reset can be as strong as a suicide attempt.
Things I have changed...
After being in the hospital, I developed a sort of "Why not?" attitude.
I missed the team, I missed the pets and I missed the clients.
Russ and the doctor at the hospital and Dr. Bashara had all insisted I take that week to transition back to Real Life. I said I did not need it.
We went to the best little garden shop in Waterloo.
Happy Birthday Mom!!
"Wow Mom," Amanda said as she watched me spread out ALL the Sharpies and all the notebooks and write for hours.
This is part of a month long series on depression...
The first week home was one of the best weeks I can remember.
Abby and Amanda and I spent the last week of summer together.
Eleanor (our van) and I drove the girls and their friends all over Omaha.
Abby's friend Chloe handed me a bouquet of flowers the first time she got into the van that week. I held onto them till the very last daisy. I loved them so much.
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Post from one year ago today...
September 13, 2016
TWITTER, PART 8 OF 8 - KEEP TWEETING UNTIL IT MAKES SENSE
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Next month is a happier topic. I will post all of the pictures you send.
I was so glad to be on my way home.
"I hear you're a vet!" "Yes..." I said, with that strange mix of pride and trepidation we veterinarians all know so well.
Things are going to be okay.
I knew I was going to get better.
And I slept some more.
I lay awake for an hour or so.
I do have a plan, several plans in fact, but they are all bad ones, thank God.
They kept me safe and asked me questions and let me sleep.
I laugh every time, not because it is funny, but because it is a shockingly horrible thing to say.