Challenge

We have all been there, a happy hour that turns into a night out. We tell our selves we are only going to stay for one drink or maybe two and then it is 12:30 am with maybe a bottle of vodka down. Well, this night was last Thursday for me and I was surrounded by work folks.

This was unexpected for me and something just hit me where I wanted to relax, not think, and put it all out on the line. Maybe it was because I had a co-workers husband challenging me, maybe it was of the intrigue expressions of those superior as I opened my mouth, or maybe it was due to the fact that I am tired of trying. I am tired of trying to show some sort of etiquette and reform. I am tired of beating around the bush when answered direct questions. I feel I may be one of those seventy old folks you see in the movies that just don’t have filters, doesn’t give two shits, and says whatever they want.

It may have been the vodka but man a weight was lifted when I voiced I have depression and anxiety to those superior to me. A few of those winced, a few looked shocked, and my confidence seems relieved. All I know is after expressing and sharing those inner parts of me that I have been so scared to share, become so surprisingly therapeutic. It was a moment I look back on with no regret. A moment that causes to me feel even more confident in my own skin. So thanks, to the co-workers’ spouse that challenged me to open up, share my inner secret, and caused me to be my most confident self.