You see I am reading a book at the moment, called little miracles and sat right on top, is my current miracle. That medication allows me to deal with a normal day to day life. Although most days it leaves me tired, spaced out and emotionless. Crazy right? Why would anyone want to feel like that. Well this is why.

You see I suffer from depression and mild anxiety. My anxiety is usually spurred on by a 'dark' mood. Let me start by saying, I don't have suicidal thoughts, I never have & I hopefully never will. My depression takes me to other places. Simple things like relationships and friendships become so trivial, so complicated.

In my brain it doesn't sit right, something seems different. I notice little differences that 'normal' people wouldn't notice.

That comment you didn't tag me in, but you tagged other people? I saw that, why didn't you tag me? What's up with me?

You read that message, I saw you did, but you didn't reply.. why didn't you reply? Have I done something to upset you?

You didn't say I love you on the phone.. do you not love me anymore? Do you love someone else instead?

They just made a comment about me. Was it a joke? Was I supposed to laugh? Or do they mean it? Are they being nice? Are they talking about me? Do they talk about me? I bet they hate me.

Am I doing this right? Is this what a mother should do? What if this is wrong. Oh god. What if someone reports me. What if they take my children. Should I hide? Should I leave. I'm a bad mum. I can't do this.

Am I good enough? Should I just run away and hide?

And for all those questions I will spend hours trying to answer. Let it all build up in my mind, until it sends me to tears...... it's mental that isn't it. That I see things that way. Some call it psycho but what it really is.. is a mental illness.

It's not only mental changes, but physical changes. I eat a lot, mainly rubbish, because I need it now and I need the energy from lack of sleep. Insomnia, up all night answering questions to situations that don't even exists. My skin gets bad. My hair gets greasy.

I still smile and I have every excuse for when you ask why.