Today I did not spend time in a doctor’s office going over my physical symptoms.  Rather, I spent my time at the doctor this morning sorting through emotional symptoms. For 60 minutes every other week, I sit and work through the mental issues and stress that come from day to day life with my psychiatrist of 11 years.

This post is not meant to offend anyone.  But it is something that I constantly experience on a day to day basis.  I know in my heart people mean well.  And that they want to pay me a compliment.  But I also feel that at times people are trying to make sense of it all when I am told,  “But you don’t look sick.”  “But you look so great.”  “I’ve never seen you look better.” “But you look so beautiful.”

FYI-I did NOT write the following piece.  I know what you are thinking, she just started this blog and is already ripping off other people’s writing 🙂 A friend of mine had posted this on her Facebook a while back and it really struck a chord with me. I read through it a couple of times and so much about it rang so true.  And as I debated whether or not to start this whole blogging thing, I kept thinking about this piece.  It played into a lot of my decision in going ahead with blogging, believing that it is not weak to be REAL. So thank you Dan Pearce for helping to open MY eyes about the disease called Perfection.