Cover Me
I was struggling. I cried myself to bed every night almost the whole month of November and I warned Chris that I was not doing well. “Something is wrong, I am sick.” He knows exactly what I mean when I say that. I was trying to figure out what was going on, but I had felt that for the first time in a long time, I was out of control. I would send late texts to two friends who knew my struggle with depression, but I wouldn’t come right out and tell them I was struggling. I would just text that I missed them. ThisRead More →