I’ve had several people reach out to ask if I’m okay and why I haven’t been putting my Friday Mental Health Check-Ins up for several weeks. I tried and tried to figure out an answer that doesn’t sound awful, but as usual, I have to go with the truth: I’ve been feeling like a fraud.
Who am I to offer advice and help on mental health when I have so many days where just getting out of bed is so very, very hard? I should shut up and go back to the fetal position on the couch and let other, smarter, more qualified people talk about this stuff. Or, at least, that’s what my depression is telling me.