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 do believe that I have found it in my solitude and with supportive online friends. I was so depressed since I was ten, I wasn't sure what happiness was. I am a child of an alcholic so booze never was my thing. I'm type two diabetic and I know my sugar levels are somewhat controlling my moods. After my trip to atlantic city for three days, watching my friend drink two big bottles of whiskey a quarter of absenthe, and a case of beer for three days, I had enough. I stormed out in the night in ac, I am mentally and phisically half-blind, and have agoraphobia with panics. I did good though asking people if am I headed in the right direction for the convention center. It was dark but five am, all I had on was a thin t0shirt a black hoodie, and black shorts. I had to leave imeadeatly I was in danger. He became violent encoherent, and there was no way I was letting him take me anywhere in his condition. I have to find a way to break things off he's not even a boyfriend, and he blew over five hundred bucks on me. He just gets so sloppy and mean and makes fun of my desire to be Lonewolf. He swears it suits me, because when I am with him, I am not happy anymore. He's been trying to buy my friendship since his mother left him a small fourtune of a lifetime. I will be glad when he moves to FLorida like he dreams of buying a house, wants me to go with him. I love it here, despite how much he puts my little space in the world down. I don't do anyone harm, I back away from conflict, and I have backed away from a lot of my old friends. Time to reconnect with healthier people who are trying to stay on track so I don't get won over by a rich partner, but I don't love him anymore, and I am not even sure i like him after this weekend. Sure I was treated to the best resturants in town, sure I was spend all the softdrinks I wanted, and anything else my heart desired he even gave me gambling money. It should have been fun, if he didn't stop for twelve dollar beers at the bar first evertime we go out. I want out! NOW> I think I made it clear when I left without saying a word.
My husband holds it over my head..."I paid for this....that....Isn't that enough?"
No, not near enough. all I want, or need is a little kindness...a little respect. These things don't cost money. They cost a little personal time....not everyone can give that. Especially if that's not what they got growing up.
My dear lady, I am in awe over what you did. And in the most positive way I can imagine!