Unwell

I believe I speak for most, or at least some, healthcare professionals that it feels a little odd sometimes when we're on the receiving end of medical care instead of providing it.

It makes you feel like you're not strong or good enough.

And it almost makes you feel like there's something terribly wrong with you because you're so used to being the tough one to care for others instead of needing help.

Or maybe it's just me. The perfectionist in me.

As much as I understand that depression doesn't discriminate and it can happen to almost anyone, there are still times that I can't help but feel like I've failed myself to be in this position.

Like I should know better. Or be tougher, and wiser.

I guess the lesson that I need to learn is to accept that everybody hurts sometimes, and it's completely okay.

I gotta start believing that sometimes, it's okay to be weak, because we can't be strong all the time.

And sometimes, it's okay to admit that we need that extra bit of help when we're unwell.

Most importantly, I need to believe that I will be well again.

Sooner, or later.