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 a roof over my head, my own apt, no roommate---considering my dysfunctional background and lack of education, I'm lucky I never wound up in a cardboard box on the sidewalk.
my health is ok, including a 2004 broken leg but no limp or pain in bad weather from it; can walk a couple miles when I have to.
I have most of my teeth, and no diabetes, despite eating lots of candy when I was a kid, and suger frosted flakes for breakfast lunch dinner cause my drunken mom wasn't a cook.
No stds. no drug or booze addictions when I started trying such stuff at age 21. no police record, despite only knowing the wrong people all my life.
I'm lucky that I live 3 blocks away from a vet, for my cats, cause I don't have any transportation. I should be glad my elderly cat is 20 yrs old.
somebody I knew in school, died a few years ago, after getting his legs cut off cause of diabetes; another ex-classmate died from pancreatic cancer, after getting his legs cut off. A # of people I knew in school are already dead, in their late 40s/early 50s.
Being alone, poor, and depressed, I should be happy enough to still be around, to complain about my life:)
my health is ok, including a 2004 broken leg but no limp or pain in bad weather from it; can walk a couple miles when I have to.
I have most of my teeth, and no diabetes, despite eating lots of candy when I was a kid, and suger frosted flakes for breakfast lunch dinner cause my drunken mom wasn't a cook.
No stds. no drug or booze addictions when I started trying such stuff at age 21. no police record, despite only knowing the wrong people all my life.
I'm lucky that I live 3 blocks away from a vet, for my cats, cause I don't have any transportation. I should be glad my elderly cat is 20 yrs old.
somebody I knew in school, died a few years ago, after getting his legs cut off cause of diabetes; another ex-classmate died from pancreatic cancer, after getting his legs cut off. A # of people I knew in school are already dead, in their late 40s/early 50s.
Being alone, poor, and depressed, I should be happy enough to still be around, to complain about my life:)
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A tree outside where I live is dying, seemingly from dog urine----with the bully in my building going out his way to not only have his dog urinate there but to have the dog urinate on the fence and sign I bought to try save the tree----and then slide the sign under my apt door.Turns out that was a TRIGGER for me----bullying and humialtion right out of high school. I didn't realize it at the...
...I'm doing a positive psychology exercise daily in which I write down 3 things that went well, and why.
It seems to be helping.
...I'm poor and chronically ill, but I have a full-time job, a place to stay for free, subsidized meds (which I take a lot of), the $$$ to afford the supplements that also keep my lungs open, no criminal record and no mobility or chronic pain issues.
I'm alive to complain too. That is a good thing, though it doesn't always feel like a good thing.
i really should write down less in my journal, since i do practically nothing important, though i have gone over-board in writing down stuff, worried that whatever little thing might be significant for some later depression.