So. Given the tremendous angst I felt after acknowledging my depression last Friday, I’ve discerned that it is God’s will for me to talk about this. Why? Because I’ve since gotten some emails affirming the need for this discussion, and I think all that doubt was a spiritual attack.
It’s much easier, you know, to not talk about depression.
It’s easier, say, to blog the baby.
Is that or is that not a Gerber Baby smile? Totally Gerber! Cate took this picture (with her Nexus 7) at the doctor’s office this morning, where she’d come to keep me company during my 6-week postpartum visit.
Really, though, she was there to keep her brother happy.
Which she did. As you can see.
Angela, then, found no end of amusement in editing these photos.
You’re getting, perhaps, a strong sense of Angela’s sense of humor?
In any case, I spent quite a bit of time this weekend wondering if depression was too heavy a subject and worried, frankly, that it would estrange me. (Does being strange = being estranged? Just thought I’d ask.) After all, the Pioneer Woman never talks about such weighty topics and she has hundreds of thousands of readers.
Of course, she also gives away Kitchen Aid mixers and iPads.
Ultimately I came to the conclusion that this blog—my blog—must be a mix of the fairly lighthearted and very real, because that is my life and the way that I see it.
So stay tuned.
If you want.
You never know when I might give away a mixer.