Mind Like a Minefield

Who ever said a woman's most complex organ is her brain, must have been -no doubt- a woman. Growing up words like stress, anxiety, and depression were foreign to me. I suppose these words were never really completely defined. At times I have sought counsel, and they would ask "Are you stressed/depressed/etc?" I would always answer no. Knowing myself now and looking back to those times, I realize that I was probably just giving the "correct" answer. Because even considering any of those things would have meant that I could have a problem or be damaged. I would have to admit fault. What a horrible thing pride is. Stepping into my 30's I am realizing that depression, stress, and anxiety are real things that happen to real people- even nice normal people. That being said, I am pretty sure I have had a touch or two of all of them in my lifetime. Most just recently and some currently. Unmasking my imperfections is horrifying. Like being naked in front of a crowd type of horrifying. So there it is, I said it. I, Michelle Poteet, am a touch crazy. Okay maybe not crazy but I am normal. Normal being that it has got to be damn near impossible to go through this trying life of valleys and peaks and come out the other side with out scars. Perfection is in Heaven and not a platform to measure my self worth while on Earth. Let me say it again. Perfection is in Heaven and not a platform to measure my self worth while on Earth. Now only to retrain my brain to actually think that way.

 I have not yet sought medical professional help, but I have gotten lots of enjoyment with all the relating pins on Pinterest. On a happy note, one of my favoriet things to do is make fun of myself so here is my best attempt at doing that. A few of my favorites via Pinterest:

Maybe I should rename this post Pinterest is my Prozac...