Rough title to this post, am I right? It'll make sense soon. I'm going to be honest. I first started this blog when I lived abroad in college. I added to it when I wanted to share exciting things happening in my classroom during my exotic two years in the Mississippi Delta. But, when it came to the tough stuff, I avoided the blog. I'll just tell it how it is: It is so much more fulfilling to make people think I'm fucking awesome. Teaching kids, traveling the world, telling funny stories, and posting pictures of the cutest vet-determined-obese little rescue dog in the entire world. See what I'm saying though? SO FREAKING CUTE. But here's the dirty truth: I have depression and anxiety. I've been in therapy for 8 years. I've been on medication for 5 years, with some shifts and changes in the prescriptions if they weren't working. I've tried exercise, I've tried meditation, I've tried "positive thinking" and more. I've