Why a Compassionate Bitch?

I am a 38 year old wife, mother of two, full time teacher, with a life full of friends and family and a full calendar.  This past September I had no idea I was about to implode.  The fact was that I knew that mental illness ran in my family, but thought that I was strong enough to out think it inside my head.  And that’s what I essentially did, for 29 years.  What I didn't realize was that not dealing with any emotions and feelings would eventually lead me to an insane adventure that includes hugging teddy bears, laughter yoga and even a night spent in a mental institution.  As I recounted my stories to my group of supporters, I envisioned a book entitled Another Hot Mess: My Journey into Depression and Self-Discovery but two of my friends suggested a blog might be a better outlet. All that follows has transpired in the past 8 months and I am trying to report it as factually as I can recall.  Incriminating names and details will be changed to protect the innocent.  Thanks to the family therapist who suggested I just might be a Compassionate Bitch!  I kind of like it and plan to embody it!