I went to the doctor today.
For the first time in as long as I can remember, I answered ‘no’ to the question. You know, the question about whether I was having suicidal thoughts.
It felt good.
He’s a new-ish doctor for me so he didn’t understand that it was a big deal. He doesn’t know how many times I’ve said ‘yes’ to the question. He doesn’t know how many times I’ve lied and said ‘no’.
The truth is that I’m not depressed right now, anymore. I don’t remember a time like this. Its a new feeling.
And I’m waiting for the proverbial shoe to drop.
Because something is always coming. Something can always go wrong.
But something might not come or, if it does, I’ll handle it better than I would have before.
If I could get through all that I’ve gone through, then I can handle what is next.
I believe this is called resilience.
For the first time, I am resilient.