Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Sunday, October 16, 2011
my life, is pretty good. granted divorced parents, but still have a loving, financially stable family. finishing my master's degree in public health(figures), bachelors from a great university, just accepted into a phd program. love my friends, family, good food and reading, along with running, the beach, snow and puppies.
its coming upon eight years, of having experienced a traumatic brain injury. five months since being diagnosed from crohn's, and what seems like a lifetime of battling a war between the two, and trying to pursue a life, well a life worth living.
at a time in my life, where i couldn't be happier, living in the city of my dreams, surrounded by friends, being on the dean's list at my university, heading an amazing research study, that has the capability of changing kid's lives forever, i couldn't be more miserable.
miserable i know, is a strong word, but I use it in good reason at twenty three, never did i think that i would be crying, just wanting to be at home with my mom watching tv or her tucking me into bed, among other things.
not only having a family history of anxiety/depression, the triggers of both crohn's and my tbi, have waged an all out war, that i feel defeated in daily. diagnoses of major depressive disorder, post traumatic disorder, major anxiety disorder, call it what you will. i can say, the positive of this, is that i am not suicidal, which in some ways puzzles me. i guess thats a good thing though
its coming upon eight years, of having experienced a traumatic brain injury. five months since being diagnosed from crohn's, and what seems like a lifetime of battling a war between the two, and trying to pursue a life, well a life worth living.
at a time in my life, where i couldn't be happier, living in the city of my dreams, surrounded by friends, being on the dean's list at my university, heading an amazing research study, that has the capability of changing kid's lives forever, i couldn't be more miserable.
miserable i know, is a strong word, but I use it in good reason at twenty three, never did i think that i would be crying, just wanting to be at home with my mom watching tv or her tucking me into bed, among other things.
not only having a family history of anxiety/depression, the triggers of both crohn's and my tbi, have waged an all out war, that i feel defeated in daily. diagnoses of major depressive disorder, post traumatic disorder, major anxiety disorder, call it what you will. i can say, the positive of this, is that i am not suicidal, which in some ways puzzles me. i guess thats a good thing though
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