Each footstep is spent with the continued agonizing thought process of separating the hurtful words from the reality for my brain. One step at a time telling my depression to take a back seat even though it feels like it is seeping into my body like the tears that are flowing down my face.
I run to clear my head and to get rid of negativity.
To that certain individual who recently belittled my existence:
To use someone's difficulty in life against them is unimaginable and horrifically mean. You know you are wrong and I realize that your lack of intelligence or ability to retaliate to the completely valid points that I made was the reason for your unfathomably cruel rebuttal, but you need to know that if you ever feel the need to discuss me or my child or my parenting skills again, I will always stand strong and ready. Your words were more than unkind, they were mean spirited and awful, and for any other person you might cross paths with in the future, I want you to know the damage you could do to someone who is dealing with depression. Luckily I have a great support system, a wonderful family, and great doctors who all help me, and I am in a good place. But someday there may be someone out there who might just be teetering on the edge, and your spiteful and horrid comments might be the thing that makes them think that life just isn't worth living any more. Words can hurt. And to someone with depression it can be even worse. I feel sorry for the lifeless, sorrowful life you live and after this letter I will not think of you for one minute longer.
