I recognize and fully appreciate how amazing my life is. I have things good in a way few people get to experience.
Currently, I’m literally neck deep in my clawfoot tub of warm lavender water, home made chocolate covered strawberries and sparkling cider on my tray, soulful singer-songwriters serenading me, and my loving husband keeping me company in a beautiful chair beside the tub.
Yet I am engulfed in depression. I recognize that, too. I have unpleasant moods that no amount of good attitude or good fortune can overcome. I have illnesses that no amount of doing the right thing and living the right way can prevent or cure.
That’s pretty much my life. Perfect husband – perfect home – creature comforts. And no matter how much I recognize that, I’m still trapped in a body that doesn’t care.

