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I look at women like that like a blessing I know that sounds weird. I mean I love kids and I have a heart but hey find ways to cope there is a light at the end of that tunnel, as they say. Wow, are you a fly on the wall at my house? I sympathise with your situation — I come from a big family 5 child family and my mother has suffered with depression for as long as i can remember. I have also had severe depression several times in my life genetic? Please can I ask you a personal question?

I had a boy very young and he is the only thing in this world that keeps me going. I keep going for my boy. Am not saying dont have kids or have kids! Mum and dad would fight like crazy but we was well taken care of. I was so close to my dad I was angry that he left us mum could not cope. I blamed her for dad leaving I hated her with a passion. Dad had a bad motorbike crash witch left him brain dead and paralysed My world ended I was not you typical teeny was worse.

I caught with child when I was 19 I sat in the clinic to get rid … I could not do it. Now I have a wonderful boy sure sometimes I still feel depresses my gran said to me I should not have a child for unconditional love , I then got caught with another child when my lad was 2.

He died at 32 weeks he was very poorly. I pushed every one away held my boy I had left even closer. Hun you have children when your ready xx. People may read this and think its unfair to put this on my boy. I know I would not be here of it was not for him. Stay as strong as you can Hun ask for help when you need it. In regards to what Dominic was saying, I too wonder if I should have children while struggling with depression. Depression and anxiety run in both sides of my family.

I would love to become a mother someday, but if depression is indeed genetic and it seems like it is , how can I knowingly inflict such a devastating condition on my own child? My own struggles have utterly wrecked my quality of life as a person, and in a very real way I feel that it would be immoral and irresponsible for me to bring a child into the world because I will either a pass it along to them and set them up for their own miserable torture, b make them witness to my mental illness and possibly scar them for life, or c both.

I know some people still debate whether depression is passed down genetically or not, but I feel I have enough evidence to warrant the assumption that it is.

I would hate to do this to someone else, especially my own flesh and blood. Thoughts or opinions, please? Any and all sides are welcome. Vulnerability to depression has a very large genetic component. You can find many scientific articles on the subject on PubMed. One of the best supported models holds that this genetic risk interacts most strongly with stress, especially childhood stress.

When I was 14 in , I experienced major depression and was suicidal off and on for years. I was furious with my parents for not asking precisely your question—it turns out depression runs in my family. Of course, my parents did not have the same information in as people do now. People really misunderstand and overrate their own genes anyway. I will hold off until I do. This is so amazing to be aware of. Sorry to hear this Chelsea. It is just get worse day by day and sometimes when you are in a good mood you think that you finally got over this diseases but then you would again go back to this rotting hell.

I have tried so much over the years but nothing really works permanently. I myself have depression and lost all my friends because of it. I feel life is passing me by and look back in regret. I myself have no one so would be happy to help. I come from a very similar situation as you. Oldest of 4 children with a depressing mom. I too am considering never having kids due to me going in and out of depression.

I try to be happy and remember all the good that I have but the sad feeling always seems to come back. I feel distant and lonely most of the time. They never consider to call me. Always getting married and divorced. I was her only child and I was taken along for her ride. I have a hole in my heart from not getting the nurturing, protection and stability I needed to develop proper self-confidence and safety. As another poster wrote, you do NOT want to have a child just so you can get unconditional love.

That will blow up in your face when they hit puberty. Which worked when they were little, but eventually they became wise to my act. Being super real with your kids is a transformative, humbling, teaching experience for you and for them. I think if you are drawn to being a parent, be a parent. Do some inner work.

EMDR is a wonderful therapy that can help heal you from your childhood trauma. Having said that, you do NOT have to have it all figured out. And we will all make mistakes. Be willing to admit them to yourself and to your kids, and your kids will in turn, be honest with you, and trust and respect you. I have been a stay at home mom for the last 23 years. My oldest daughter is happily married and in her 2nd year of teaching.

My youngest daughter is a senior in college and thriving. My son is a junior in high school and is a wonderful joy. My life and my joy was raising my children. I am beginning to feel useless now that they are all grown. But the truth is that they all still need me just in different ways. They love me, call me, appreciate me so why do I feel this way? It was a living hell. I was just starting to feel better and then these weepy feelings of missing my days of having young children have crept in.

If anyone else has dealt with this please give me some advice. I have dealt with this my entire life! I somehow was able to cope very well and had success in business and then, one day… it all ended! I feel NO joy, NO excitement in going anywhere, spending time w anyone! I wish I had known this four months ago. I suffer from depression and yes, I am a walking depressive. Is that the right word? My husband and I get up around 9 or 10 ish when the kids are home, earlier when they go to school and stay up, usually working, until 3 AM.

And I have very little assistance in the medical community. So I muddle through, just like so many others. Then there are those folks like me. I love my family. I love what I do. There are just these weird times where I want to curl up in a ball, have someone take on the responsibilities and take care of me and everything else. Then I pick myself back up and go at it again. This is totally me. I have fought depression literally my entire life.

My dog and I walk every day and I am very busy with work. But I definately need to change jobs. I clean houses and do some home care but I hate it. I found this just by chance. I never knew there was such a thing. I just saw that you have fibromyalgia. Have you had your vitamin D levels checked recently. A vitamin D deficiency can cause severe muscle aches and joint pain.

Check with your doctor and I hope you find relief. Today I am writing down all of your names. I will take you to the beach with me for some quiet time. My hope is that each of us find the support and healing we need, wherever that might be. A friend sent this to me. How are you today? Stop being such a negative Nelly! You described that perfectly. You just feel stuck. Add me to the list too. There is so much I need to change in my life, and unfortunately my family likes the status quo.

They might even be acting against me. Having spent many years in the black cloud, and a just a few in the bright sunshine, I could recognize that I was walking around in a grey fog. I know why, but I have not yet been able to find it in me to do something about it. Ah, you guys are all amazing.

Wise Alison and hey, thanks for not dissing meds. Sometimes they are needed. Do you feel better know. I mean its been 4 years already. I think all the signs are clear. Withdrawling from social contact. Feeling constantly stressed and with no energy, but with no understanding why.

I think it really spiraled out of control in the past month after my close friend tragically and suddenly died. He was also just 27 and basically like a brother to me. I try to keep up appearances but doing a worse and worse job. I need to change! I understand where you are coming from. I too, am just 27 and is extremely depressed. I too also lost someone, my father last year. I feel unhappy, and nothing is enjoyable. I absolutely hate everything.

Everyday, I live life worrying.

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I understand what everyone is going through but I feel like I have no one to talk to. You are here for a reson. Life is full of choices. I know this is an old post, but D, you need to ignore the cost, go to a hospital at once, get an MRI, and find out what those lymph nodes are about.

My mother passed away from cancer. Swollen lymphs that size are no joking matter. If you see this message, go NOW to a doctor. Money is not worth your life. I do understand and know too well this walking depression. I have had depression for over 30 years now. I have to deal with it every single day of my life.

I have tried so many things. I have 4 kids I take care of. Some days I can hide it and others barely hang on. I have come to realize that I was nothing, I am nothing, and always will be nothing. I have no hope, no goals, no plans for the future. I am not even sure why I was even born. I have tried to become something in my life but all I ever succeeded at was being a failure. I have no accomplishments, nothing to be proud of. My kids are my life, without them I have no reason to live.

It is a struggle to get up in the mornings, getting out of bed and even go about the day. My mom verbally abused me growing up. I tried my whole life to prove her wrong, and ended up proving her right. I used to be strong and get on with the day, but now as I am older, no so much.

It interferes with my job, and my kids. There is no hope for me, no point in trying. I am a failure, a nothing and always will be. It sounds like you are tired in this post. When I get tired, the words others have used to define me often come out of my own mouth. There is no easy cure for thinking we are worthless…I hope that you find evidence of your worth even before you start looking for it.

Many blessings to you, you belong here. I know exactly how you feel. Except even my grown children have quit coming around. I have nothing, I am nothing, will never. I search for happiness, I look for something to be fun, but fail each and every time. Have given up and just wait to die. I sometimes feel the way you do….. As humans, we are very subjective of ourselves, but God sees so much more in us. Please hang in there and put God first, he will never forsake YOU! Everything makes me irritated and I lash out more than I can imagine. No more me being a miserable bitch and no more pain.

I wish I had an answer. I could have written your post myself.

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I was suicidal and depressed growing up, gave myself a new start in high school, dated someone for 5 years, tried to break up after 3 and finally married him after feeling that all relationships were destined to be unhappy as his parents and men seemed to be. Eleven years after meeting him, we had our first child, three years later, the second.

My parents made me feel that giving birth was the only time I had ever done anything worthy of their approval. My children became my life, my husband withdrew. I was treated for depression several times with each treatment feeling my husband pull further away. Seventeen years after meeting him, I met the right therapist who made me aware that I was married to a functioning alcoholic which finally made me feel the tension in our marriage was not entirely my fault everything seemed to be my fault as I was growing up-my parents made that quite clear.

I divorced, taking my kids with me, in hopes of protecting them. They never believed their dad was an alcoholic, they were in the midst of their teenage angst period and I got no emotional support from the ex. I met someone who filled all the emptiness I felt and became engaged. This was when my life went from barely tolerable to extremely happy to utterly unbearable.

My kids had refused to have anything to do with me, the environment was toxic and the divorce settlement forced me to sell my house. I had to move away, the kids wanted to stay with my parents because their dad lived an hour away. I had to turn custody over to my ex so that he would be forced to finally play a role in their lives. Here I am now, ten years after the separation, six years living out of the area and desperately trying to reconcile with my kids.

I even hate myself for writing this post. I too could have written your post silentcry. I am tired…just so amazingly, horribly life sucking tired. My mother favored my brother my whole life. Nothing I could do was ever good enough. Nothing could make her proud. I was close with my father, but he worked a lot and was hardly ever home. About a year ago I gave up trying to make my mom proud of me and ever since I am numb. Inside I loathe myself and my decisions. I want to have goals again. I want to dream. I want to try again. But most of all I want to remember what it is to have FUN again.

I used to be so fun. I used to have so much fun. My deepest desire is to have a small farm with a huge garden and animal where my children can explore and I can be free. Living in this one bedroom apartment is like a prison. There is no way out. There is no knight in shining armor, There is no second chance — we are doomed by our mistakes.

I hate that I have to do this all by myself. My kids are all that keeps me from killing myself. When my mother dies I will not cry. My brother became the man she believed he would, and I became the loser she thought I was. I know for a fact that if she had treated me as equal to him that my life would be dramatically different. You actually sound very successful to me. Move to a farm in the country, take your kids to a farm nearby, or just go exercise and be in the sun.

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Do what you want and share it with your kids if you can. You all deserve it! Tired…that is exactly what I would have called myself, had you not. I too am tired…a little differently though. Specifically to what you wrote though…my life was similar. The kids are grown. Please listen to me…you are very relevant. You had those children for a reason. Second, let go of the mom-hate. I had it too. I hated…she lived her life. Let it go…smile when you see her, be polite, and let it go. Or maybe you will find a small place that you can turn into a farm…fix it up.

I feel like you really can do this. My dad passed away when I was 16, my mom was not very present after that as she was serverly depressed. I do not blame her whatsoever. I was definitely not a bad kid by any means but I just went into this blurr mode is the only way I can explain it. I lost all emotion to anything sad because nothing could compare to that pain I felt, but I was just trying so hard to make happy moments.

Trying too hard to be happy, and I actually think I was happy! I got pregnant 8 months after my dad passed, had my son and found out I was pregnant with my daughter months later. I started having pain in my feet during the last months of pregnancy with her but of course I thought it was just because I was pregnant for basically 2 years straight.

After having her I started my first step in my goal to becoming a nurse, a CNA program. I finished the program got a CNA job quick right by my house, it was perfect and was signing up for my pre reqs at the college in the fall. The doctor initially said it was plantar fasciitis, so I started PT 3 times a week, got painful steriod shots that did nothing.

I worked at the retirement home for a month but the last two week I was limping and limping, worse and worse every day! I got around on crutches in excrustiating pain everyday to get to my desk job, came home to clean the house on my knees and play with my babies. Then, After not being able to walk for 7 months I was finally diagnosed with psoriatic arthritis at 19 with a 2 year old and a 1 year old.

Before all this I was a go go go person, I had goals, dreams, plans for those goals. I just feel numb, numb to everything! My husband works and he works long hours 4 days a week I am a stay at home mom. All of these things though are just normal life things that I used to be able to work out, figure out and just make shit happen. When I try to talk about it tears just kinda wail up in my eyes and just go mute. I have a wonderful husband who loves me and treats me ok, two awesome amazing kids, my only reason I live!

I can tell my husband is fed up. Just as everyone else has posted on here, this pretty much fits my description. And yes, I still have always gotten up and fed myself, ran errands, but trapped in my own private hell, which, when left too fester, has often further morphed into anxiety and severe paranoia. Its debilitating and frustrating for anyone and as an artist, almost unbearable. I punish myself for everything, but especially for not creating. I am now looking to make meditation, yoga and CB therapy a part of my life. Thanks so much for the post. I hope mine might help someone else, too.

About the only thing I agree with here is that there are various forms of depression. Both are awful; different people just have different responses. What looks like strength can really be a weakness. Thank you for your very kind reply. And I would like to apologize for misunderstanding the intent of your post.

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I have exactly the same hope as you do. Take good care of yourself too. And thank you again for being so kind. Just to know that there are kind people like you out there is a comfort. Thanks so much for your soft and heart-felt response, Bren. We really are all in this together. I never ever recommend medication. Hi Bren, i have been the walking depressed and still am for years. I believe that the walking depressed is just one step lower than clinically depressed. I am at the point where i no longer want get out of bed.

Every part of my life is affected. I can no longer function at my job, my relationship is in terrible shape, i find no joy or happiness in my life. I have my first grandchild and yet i find no happiness there. I know i have had several bad life experiences that havd pushed me to this point. Co-worker i cared about died, my boss was let go from his position and just a few months later, i was.

Then my mom died and a few months after thar my car was repoed, then a few months after that another good friend died. I did forget to mention that my uncle killed himself in a store in the middle of all this. There is no offense. There are levels of depression and there are levels that the individual can handle. We all just need for everyone to know that this is real and that we need real help and not to looked down upon.

We are not alone as you can see with all the posts. Yes I am among the walking depressed. I just turned 60 and so many regrets and deep loneliness. I see no way out. Wherever I run I take me with me. Hi Carol Your post brought tears to my eyes. I guess because I feel affinity with you. Life just goes so fast. I do get on with it but like you I am full of regret right now.. I have a demanding job which completely drains me to a point where I have no life any more. That has become such a huge pain for me now it is hard to bear.

I just see no way out. There is no way back. I will never have a family of my own. What was I thinking of. I am a leader at work and noone would know I feel like this. But thank you all. Love to you all. I hope you can find a parent or teacher or someone who you can talk to about this. You deserve to be happy. I used to draw or write stories while listening to music during school to get through it. My biggest hurdle is me, and that is the saddest part of it all.

It is easier for me to blame circumstances, other people, etc. HI you cant run away from yourself but you can learn to love and like your self. There is only one of you dont run from your self face up to your demons. You deserve to be here. Love and much light Deborah xxx. I know that now…that trying to run to some phantom of ultimate happiness made no diff. In fact my life is nearly in utter ruins. My burning brain is filled with regrets, sadness of a passing life to which no second chances will ever be offered.

This is very good insight. I found it very helpful. Those are DNA bands from a electrophoresis gel? Art and Science are not worlds apart. Instead of art on one end of the spectrum and science on the other… Think of the spectrum as a circle. Where art ends, science begins, and where science ends, art begins. I agree that art and science are much more integrated than most people think, and I love both. I believe that low grade depression existed in different ways over much of life until which turned to severe depression.

I since have stabilized and I have been on meds and I believe that low grade depression is apparent. I just turned 19, and ive been feeling this way all the way throughout high school. I just noticed last year that I was depressed, but not depression itself but at this point in time all these points are how im feeling …. Everything here struck a chord with how I feel. I even drove the woman home. Why take her last bit of happiness. I do my day to day, but more and more, the few people who see my regularly have been noticing that I look tired and distant, and I hate that they are finally noticing because I am losing my grip on the facade that is my life.

Nothing I used to enjoy makes me happy and I have become more and more hostile toward the people I once cared for. Will I ever follow through? I view it as cowardice. I feel under appreciated and like my kindness and helpfulness have been taken advantage of my entire life, and now that I am refusing to help others without getting anything in return, mentally, physically, or monetarily, I am being treated like the bad guy.

I supposed I should digress. Your story really hit home with me, as we are in very similar mind states. My situation is the same as Peter Gibbons in Office Space. I work an office job kind of like that…and every monotonous day gets worse. Every day you see me is pretty much the worst day of my life. Hopefully we will both eventually find happiness within ourselves. Although I feel the same way as you, I can say you are not a worthless robot. I have to believe that. Like Alison, I am a writer. But have a published? Have I even finished anything? Tried for six years to change the work situation to no avail.

When do I get to be happy? This is me, too. I swear I am a walking depressive. I was putting up a front and have been for years. On and off, these feelings come back. And now, they are back, almost permanently. Most days are a drag. His mood affects everyone, including me in the house. Even my friends and some family, have noticed my state of mind and have told me that they notice I am stuck. But always tell me that I am not stuck and that I can change.

Does anyone ever really overcome this. I have suffered different levels of depression for just about my entire life. It started at about 9 after my parents divorce, my fathers death, my mother handing me over to my insane step father actually her long term boy friend to be his personal slave for a place to live and food to eat well into my twenties. My life has been a challenging marathon, I cannot find even one time in my entire life where I have experienced joy or happiness.

Three years of psycho dynamic psycho therapy and nero feedback actually made it all worse and so much clearer. I have never taken anything but natural things to help. Now at 53 I just ask the universe to please take me home, I am done here. I get up and try to carry on each day because it is expected. My mother died 2 years ago, my insane step thing is still in my life, my 25 year marriage is over, I do Reiki, and practice gratitude daily.

For me life holds no joy, no meaning, nothing. I just wait patiently not to have to endure this thing we call living any more and will be very grateful when it is over. I am beyond surprised to find someone that is or had experienced the same thoughts I have everyday. I am on meds but perhaps they need adjustment. All I know is that I feel meaningless each and every day.

I semi-ask the universe to end my time here. To let me out so that I can find some kind of relief. I am sad, I am tired, nothing holds meaning anymore except my children and grandchildren. They are the only reason I stick around this godforsaken planet. I did what I was supposed to for 30 years. I raised my kids, I had a limited career because of single parenting and now that I am over 50, I am invisible.

Older women are constantly compared to younger women and encouraged to make themselves appear younger if at all possible. I suffer pain from my disc disease and it makes me think or fantasize abt suicide although I would never do it. I can understand why my cousins did. No job leads anywhere and yet I am unable to simply retire. Just flat out tired of living.

It makes me sad. Reading that article and the comments this morning, my keyboard is soaked with my tears. I have always known there was something different about me. Since I can remember I have been this way but my mom never believed in mental illness and I think I have absorbed that quality. I am starting to realize that its affecting every aspect of my life. I have absolutely no sex drive, I have always had no sex drive I just fake it. When I was younger, I had a major problem with gossiping and lying. I have stopped myself from that behaviour for a while now but its becoming stronger everyday, i just blabbed my mouth about my friend to another friend for absolutely no reason and it has started a spiral of self-pity, hatred and nervous breakdowns for days now.

I hate the world and what we have become, what I have become. I think today I am going to get some help. Thank you very much everyone in this thread for helping me realize that I do actually have an issue and I need to stop faking life. Dear Natasha, I could have written your comment myself. I have continued with the fake sex thing with my significant other for 14 years, he is not a stupid man either and I feel I have poisoned him and made him feel bad about himself.

I feel my gossiping and lying when I was younger was due to me having not a good thing in my life to talk about, being bitchy about others made me feel I at least had something to say even though I despise myself for it. I do hope that you sought help as you mentioned, please do know that you are not alone xxx. Can your parents or another adult take you to see your family doctor?

Is there a therapist or counsellor you can talk to at school or elsewhere? Can you call Childline? If things are really desperate, look at the International Suicide Prevention wiki, as there are lots of resources there. I hope you can find someone close to you who can do that. Natasha, my heart is breaking for you feeling so alone. I just want you to know that I just prayed for you.

God loves you and He wants you to experience the joy this life has to offer. Please reach out to someone you trust to get you some help. We all need help sometimes. Hi Alison I just read your post and it rang so true for me. The art world is not an easy place to be — lots of rejection, highs and lows, no money,which all adds to the stress. I managed to keep going by distracting myself with relationships — sharing my life and feeling part of a couple, trying to find a home, for me and for my heart. And it worked for decades not with the same person, but several.

However since finding myself single for the last four years, my depression has been worsening. I can hardly bear to look at myself in the mirror sometimes. I used to be SO confident but that woman seems to have gone. Hi Your article is all about me. I have had the wham bam cannot get out of the house depression, with the anxiety and panic attacks which was terrifying.

I fee so lonely, even tho I have a family and a close caring network of friends…. I carry on because I feel I have to, I feel I will be letting everbody down if I implode, Its such hard work and I just cry all the time. I have lost all motivation, I used to love painting, designing and sewing, writing, but my brain is dead, I want to do these things, but have no inspiration. This is the first time I have put down how I feel. I dont feel suicidal at all, but I dont feel anything a lot of the time, just sadness and lonliness.

Your article has made me feel slightly better, as knowing there are so many people out there in the same boat. I can relate to every word like its written for me or by me. Seems I have suffered my whole life. Last year I also found out I have bdd body dismorphic disorder which affects what I feel about my body image and looks. Life seems pointless most days and I just tick along. If only it could be switched off without anyone being affected.

I fluctuate between walking depression and being utterly disabled. Depends on which day you catch me. And like you I suffer from BDDl. It affects all aspects of my life. Wow… Walking Depression eh? I read this post, and the dots connected. This year, when I discovered that my marriage was in real trouble, I realized that maybe I was suffering from depression. It never dawned on me that I was dealing with depression… I just always thought I was always so frustrated and angry because no one was as good as me, nothing was exciting enough… nothing was ever good enough.

I would be honoured to. Thanks for asking and love to you, Alison. I do creative things, but I would never consider myself an artist. Just the same, this speaks to exactly how I feel. I do what I have to do because it must be done. My status quo is suffocating me, but my husband is happy and content and unwilling to change.

I try to rev myself up with motivational tapes, to no avail. I am on the last day of my lifelong dream vacation — I rented a writing cabin far from everything familiar. But I finished no creative projects. It reinforces the futility of it all. This article reminds me of what awaits me once I return to pressure, bills and duties. Back to the ant hill. My run for freedom hit a high electric fence. Now I suspect I will never get out nor ever have the courage to try again. How are we supposed to continue like this?!

You just described my entire life. I have always felt inside of me was an artist that has never been permitted to create. I have, since I was a child, always loved music, art, books. Unfortunately my sisters and I grew up in quite an abusive and dysfunctional home. We received no love, affection or attention unless it was negative, forget about being taught any kind of life skills. I expend so much energy doing the things I have to, I often feel there is none left for things I want to do.

I want my life to be different. I want to do work I love, I want a relationship, I want to feel like what I do matters a little bit. I have no idea even where to begin. Early 30s, left home for a whole new country years ago. I received very little love from my mother, was ridiculed when I told her her boyfriend was sexually abusive.

Then comes the tears. Interestingly everyone comes to me for advice. How can this be? I no I was sad for a while. They think I want to b like this. What should I do?? I feel like this is going to be a good starting point to open up with. Wow you just described me. I have been depressed since my early teens. But I have never allowed my self to give up on anything, never let go, never show how I black I feel inside. I was a single parent until recently and having been brought up by a depressed mum who used suicidal threats as a form of emotional blackmail, I have never allowed my daughter to see that side of me.

At work I was a therapist myself, and now a teacher, so I focus outwards, on my patients and students, I am there for them and I think do a good job, I turn my self criticality into reflexiveness and motivation to always do better, and cannot conceive of letting myself take time sick off due to being depressed.

I have always just carried on. At the moment I am having a particularly hard time; my daughter is grown up now so I am on my own, I am tired all the time and finding it hard to concentrate and keep going, even though I still always seem to find a way, and have stopped doing all the things that help give me some release — particularly painting and music composition. I recently asked to see a counsellor via my GP but she did a depression screen and said she could not work with me because I was too depressed! But she referred me back to my GP and now I have another month to wait for another assessment.

Nots sure what to do now, I am taking Mirtazipine which helps me sleep at least and with some of the panic attacks, but no so much the mood. I feel I am being eaten up from within. Your article seems to describe all the feelings and emotions that are inside me. I cannot remember the last time I felt normal..

Some days are better than others.. Today I drove to work in a daze.. I parked the car.. I had just dropped my son off at school.. All I could feel was a null void.. I thought about suicide.. I saw a train track and thought how easy it would be to fall under an on coming training.. I know I have a lot of issues.. I was in an unhappy marriage for 13 years.. I lost my house.. I did find someone else.. It is sometime unbearable and I can feel myself becoming increasingly distance to everything and everyone.

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It never used to be like this.. I want to be left alone.. I know I need to make a drastic change but it is having the courage and conviction to do so. I feel if I do.. I can resurrect myself.. I need to concentrate on me.. It feels like I have no time.. I have lost my creativity and as Austin Powers once did.. Alison — thank you though…. Fom the bottom of my heart I really appreciate your article and all the responses I have read.

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• The Language Instinct: How the Mind Creates Language (Penguin Science)
• Jagdhunde: als Familienhunde halten, aber vernünftig (German Edition)
• Abandoned Property (The Eviction Chronicles)