Mental & Emotional Health

There was a time when I was younger, I was very independent and my father was part of the reason for that.  He started at a young age insisting that I be independent.  I had to order my own food in restaurants and make and attend my own doctor’s appointments once I could drive.  I felt totally in control.

I went through some really tough depression years where it simply was not feasible for me to be as independent as I once had been.  I mean, honestly, I could barely get out of bed in the mornings, never mind actually do all that needed to be done for myself and the demanding tasks that my family and friends put on me. 

After I met my preset husband I was able to come out of that horrible depression but I found myself depending on him more and more to make decisions.  I did make some but I talked everything over with him.  I do that quite often now but if the purchase is extremely insignificant, I go ahead.  A couple of years ago I wouldn’t have done that.

But, slowly as we bought the daycare and I had to exercise my brain cells alot.  Now that I’m getting more and more opportunities that require me to think through my own plans, figure out  my own strategies and slowly but surely, I am returning to a portion of that independent woman my father wanted me to be.