A few years ago, I had my first visit with a psychologist. I wasn’t feeling suicidal. I didn’t feel at all depressed. I didn’t want to rock myself back and forth in a corner pulling out my hair, strand by strand. I was actually doing well.
Since our wedding is a little over six months away and we’re starting to really take our health seriously, the fridge is starting to look a different these days.
Mom, if you’re reading this please just turn back now.