Hi,Im Elizabeth. Im am a Manic Depressant who also suffers from a BiPolar disorder,(but I don't get turned on by little boys lol!). Most of the time. my depression is undercontrolled through my faith. I am a full fledge Bible-Thumper and Born Again Christian. I find that it helps. I also find that it helps me to help others. It is a good distracion from thinking about the horrible things that have happened to me in my life. Im a single mom of 3 adult children who I raisd by myself. I like to help with support groups, especially Abused Women when I can. My depression has its highs and low, sometimes I dont even come out of my very dark room. I have a very dark felt cloth over my window. It helps. Listening to christian or gospel music seems to help too. My depression goes up and down. When I worked as a nurse, I didnt have time to think about things. I worked as a nurse for 25 years. Now Im retired and I receive SSI. I recently had to get a lawyer to fight because they were trying to take my ssi away from me. I recently underwent an Angioplasty. Im just trying to cope with life every day. I find that I have a tendency to take on other peoples pain because I can relate. I pray all the time it helps. I love beautiful things such as music and flowers and things like that. Well, I look forward to meeting everyone soon. God Bless, Elizabeth.
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