Sometime in October last year, I had an epiphany. I’d been depressed and on antidepressants for 6 months by then, and had spent the majority of my life indoors. This was due to the “incurable” physical health issues (Neurocardiogenic syncope, as mentioned in previous blog posts). This epiphany came one particularly low day. I finally reached a point where I had had enough. I lay on the floor a literally cried out to God. I told him what he already knew; I was desperate not to feel depressed, sad, bitter, and wanting a new body and life anymore. I was … Continue reading Accepting the unaccepted