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LuluSLR Blogging the Unsayable - originally published in July 2014

Everywhere I look I am seeing posts about #100HappyDays. Or posting three #positive things a day.

Even I have been sucked in and am partaking in the daily challenge of finding something that made me smile, taking a photo, and posting in to my Instagram (@LuluSLR) account. I am only on day 3 and found Day 2 a struggle. Why?  I suffer with #depression and my least favourite day of the week is a Thursday.  Anyhow I got there and posted a photo of my daughter doing her impression of Elsa from #Frozen.

Doing this got me thinking about why I chose to take part. I thought it would be good for me, make me find something to smile about, even when I don't want to. However it made me think I should do the same for what makes me #sad. This is less about photos and more about words after all who wants to see my miserable face everyday!  Especially when the things that make me feel down are often in my head. 

I am going to blog on what it's like to live with #depression. 

Please join me on my journey. Those that suffer, like me, may find some comfort in my words and daily struggles and those that know people with depression may find some hope. Also those that don't really understand or want to know more, I hope this blog will help
open eyes, ears and doors. 

Welcome to my #100SadDays
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  1. Unknown11 July 2014 at 09:03

    i didnt know you suffered from depression lulu.
    best advice i can give you is what my father said to me when i had it. except you have it and when you are going through a bad spell and retreat to bed with the curtains closed is think,ok im having a few bad days it will pass.
    jamie x

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  2. Anonymous7 March 2016 at 12:31

    I suffer from depression which escalated 10 years ago to hospitalisation.You must ALWAYS remember that u will get better and that day could be tomorrow.Never ever lose hope x

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