Re-blog from a wonderful writer, Katie at: How I killed Betty. Katie writes about her life with Betty, her depression and anxiety demon.
Her visit to Manila gave her a wonderful insight into the life of others in comparison to her own. I found this post beautiful to read and such an inspiration for others living with a “Betty” of their own.
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Taking the first steps outside of the aircraft and into the air, the heat and humidity lunged with full force into my body and lungs. A strange feeling of a pressurised osmosis raises my temperature within moments until there is simply clammy skin and a few damp tendrils of hair on my neck and a slightly unpleasant feeling of losing a little control.
For a day we walked around the city of extremes. The poverty was to be expected and yet when it is lying in front of you on the roads there is of course the instinctive want to put the world right, to scoop up the filthy naked babies and their parents from where they lie and give them some of what I, and so many of us, have.
There are families living in the dirt beside the crazy traffic, the men cooking over tiny fires whilst the…
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