Dealing with demons and moving on.

Something to share about me moving forward.

If you ever work with me, if you ever become my friend, if you’re my family and never understood what was going on, I’m writing this for you and also for myself. This isn’t meant to be preachy, it’s merely a bit of my life I want to share with the world. It’s something that affected and changed my life. I’m sick of feeling like I’m lying about who I am/what happened to me in 2018. In my opinion, we’re living in an overly sensitive world now and it’s more important than ever for us all to be a little more aware of the things that make us all human (again, my own opinion).

In 2018 I realized I had — and was diagnosed with — clinical depression. It’s a part of me and I’m now equipped with one hell of a toolkit. I respect it. I understand it in my own, personal context and I’m thriving again. And thank god. Because humans are far less knowledgeable about this monster than we want to let on.

I usually write a year-end summary to reflect on the big things that happened that year. It was never about how I was feeling, it never had an introspective intention, it was never something that dove into the core of myself.
And I didn’t write one for 2018 because I was at rock bottom.
I was burnt out from 3.5 years of birthing Nautilus into the world (only 2 of that was…