Status Update: Fake Status Updates Below

In a humongous display of out of shapeness, I tore my calf muscle earlier this week while improvising. Getting a leg injury while be silly on stage is about as hard to do as losing weight by bowling, but I did it. Yay, for being an over-achiever.

I posted two things on Facebook about this injury, getting some always enjoyed sympathy while not feeling pathetic or like a complainer.

This injury is a minor inconvenience, at most, but I talked about it cause getting good vibes from others is good, and it seemed funny, and I like funny, and most of all, I could share it.

When I went through depression hell, feeling the worst I ever had, I couldn’t talk about it, it felt like something you don’t share. Unless we were really close, you wouldn’t have even known. This wasn’t me putting on a brave face. We don’t “not share” cause we are brave, we “not share” because we are scared.

So here are some posts I never wrote because I couldn’t ( or felt I couldn’t) share them during my year long intense struggle with depression:

- Uh-oh, seems like the depression is coming back. Feels like a recurring STD. I need a brain condom.

 - Feeling low today, like a gymnast going under a limbo stick low.

 - Trying to get meds adjusted. Just swallowed a bunch of new side effects. 

- Last check-in before my phone gets taken away – at Richmond   Psychiatric Hospital

- Could use some extra support today #hugsanddrugs #whychoose

- Starting outpatient program today. Feeling scared and anxious. It’s like the worst first day of school ever.

- Things feel way horrible. Time to try shock therapy. If your power goes out around 10am, my apologizes.

- Finally feeling better. So grateful.