I’m the one who calls in to work all the time. The one who fights the depths of depression through the anxiety to pick up the phone and call my employer to tell them I can’t come in. Because I’m sick. I am truly sick, but in my soul. To the very core of my being. I physically cannot will my body into motion. 

But when I’m present, I’m the one who does my job with passion. The one who can think outside of the box and creatively weave together a big picture from all of the pieces others overlooked. The one who wants to make others’ days a little brighter. Because the good days feel a little more invigorating when you just came from the depths of depression.