The hubs rang in the new year with a new set of knuckle tattoos.
SINK or SWIM
For some, maybe just 2 catchy 4-letter words that fit & sound cool... but for him, and for us, it means so much more.
It is a topic I don't touch on often here because I like to keep things positive & peachy... but life is anything but perfect, right?
I have been with him since I was 16.
Over the years I've often asked & suggested that he seek professional help.
His pride, and his stubbornness always got in the way and he never admitted that he really had a problem. He always managed to pull himself out of the funk he was in and always managed to provide for us and get through every day... no matter what obstacles were thrown our way.
Last year was the last straw.
It's almost like he held it together just long enough for us to get Memphis' diagnosis under our belt... once he was sure Memphis was okay and we were finally equipped with answers that could help him, the hubs just lost it.
He was sinking.
Never. NEVER. Never in the 16 years we've been together have I seen him suffer so much.
He admitted he needed the help and sought it.
He was diagnosed with depression and anxiety.
And it was bad. Really bad for awhile.
There were days... weeks, maybe that I barely slept because I was worried about him.
I did my best to keep it all together.
You know... life goes on. Just because my partner was dealing with depression and taking time off work to deal with it all doesn't mean everything else stops too.
Bills, school, work, the blog, my photography, housework, family time...
But we got through it.
HE is getting through it.
He is working so hard at getting better, and I couldn't be prouder.
He vows that this year is is going to ''swim'' not ''sink'' and I believe him.
I have high hopes for 2013.
Another rough year under our belt, and I feel confident this one is going to rock!
Will you sink or swim this year!?