Depression Support Group
Depression is a real and debilitating condition that is often misunderstood by family and friends. Its meaning can range from a prolonged period of sadness to an actual mental illness with specific symptoms. Find and share experiences with others who are going through the same struggles.
I have fought depression my whole life and sometimes I just get tired of fighting it. I have good periods and bad. I have been struggling with this bought for almost a year.
I never make any life altering decisions when I am in this shape, I just try to stay busy so that I don't have time to deal with it.
So what set off the teary miserable day today? I woke early and my hubby was already outside feeding the animals. I thought I would surprise him and quietly walked out to greet him with a good morning hug....As I got closer he was on the phone with his mommy bad mouthing me and telling her about how my daughter was bad mouthing me over going to church.
Needless to say I just stood there and cried until he finally turned and saw me. Then instead of apologizing, he lectured me for an hour on how I knew he was right and I was selfish and lazy...and blah blah blah.
I sat this evening when I thought I could take it no more with a knife, praying for courage to slit my wrists. As I am still here, I never got up the courage.
I never make any life altering decisions when I am in this shape, I just try to stay busy so that I don't have time to deal with it.
So what set off the teary miserable day today? I woke early and my hubby was already outside feeding the animals. I thought I would surprise him and quietly walked out to greet him with a good morning hug....As I got closer he was on the phone with his mommy bad mouthing me and telling her about how my daughter was bad mouthing me over going to church.
Needless to say I just stood there and cried until he finally turned and saw me. Then instead of apologizing, he lectured me for an hour on how I knew he was right and I was selfish and lazy...and blah blah blah.
I sat this evening when I thought I could take it no more with a knife, praying for courage to slit my wrists. As I am still here, I never got up the courage.
I have never been this far down in depression with all of the responsibilities I have of my kids and husband. I hate that other people feel as rotten as I do, but I'm so grateful I'm not alone. Thank you again for sharing.
You are a very strong person. Do not slit your wrists; life is short.
There is nothing wrong with going to church. I go to church. It is difficult because I come from a family of humanist-intellectual people who think that they are only right. It's okay to have religious diversity but it is not okay to abuse the quietly religious.
Don't slit your wrists. I have seen many funerals. Life is so short. You wouldn't believe how one day a person is here and then they aren't. It's scary.
As much as things hurt, we must put one foot in front of the other. I am a former Rahab and Jezebel. I still go out with frie