We all have them. They're yours to keep should you choose to. I have several secrets. Some I share and some I keep for myself. Some are simply too painful to share, so I lock them away and hope to forget. But painful memories are not easily forgotten.
I was shocked, like everyone else, when I heard the news of Robin Williams' death. It really hit home, the dangers of depression, and it's not something we are always comfortable talking about. Through this project, I have come face to face with some of my demons and started breaking down some of those walls that have built up over the years. If you've read my blog post, Consumed by Sadness, then you know what I'm referring to. I am no stranger to depression and there was a point in my life when death seemed kinder than the suffering I was going through. I was living in my own personal hell, and at the time, there appeared to be no other way out.
Years have past since then, and with them brought perspective and wisdom. I realize now that time is a precious thing. It's both fast and slow (and if you've ever been sitting at work watching the clock, then you know exactly what I mean, and yet somehow the weekends always seem to fly by way too fast). Unfortunately, we have no idea how much time we have, but we do know that it does eventually heal, given enough of it.
To tell you the truth, I am a very private person, so sharing my past is not something that comes easily for me. But with every piece of me I share, that piece begins to heal. We all have our own battles to fight...our own demons to face, but I think knowing that you are not alone in the fight is the key to unlocking inner peace. Life is hard and time seems slow sometimes, but it always gets better. There is always good to balance the bad, and if you can remember that during the hard times, then the good times will come sooner than you think.