
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.

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WHAT CAN I SAY?
FINDING TOYS THAT BELONG TO A CHILD WHO NO LONGER IS IN MY LIFE~ KILLER ON THE HEART
LEAVING MY COMFORT ZONE FOR THE UNKNOWN
FALLING APART, PANICKING, SAD, & SCARED
TOO MANY TRIGGERS, PICTURES...
HAVING A ROUGH TIME WITH THIS AND I AM MOVING OUT OF STATE!!!
HOW DO I GO ON WITH THIS DEPRESSION OVER MY HEAD????
FINDING TOYS THAT BELONG TO A CHILD WHO NO LONGER IS IN MY LIFE~ KILLER ON THE HEART
LEAVING MY COMFORT ZONE FOR THE UNKNOWN
FALLING APART, PANICKING, SAD, & SCARED
TOO MANY TRIGGERS, PICTURES...
HAVING A ROUGH TIME WITH THIS AND I AM MOVING OUT OF STATE!!!
HOW DO I GO ON WITH THIS DEPRESSION OVER MY HEAD????
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My kids were born in this house. My ex-husband abused me for seven years in this house.
I can tell you end result, as I packed, I cried, I was angry, I was melancholey. I went through the entire gambit of emotions and back again. My anxiety was through the roof. My chest is tightening just remembering. Packing and seeing everything takes you through every experience all over--good, bad, tramatic, etc.
HOWEVER, end result, I went back to the house when it was empty. I sat there for about an hour. Forgiving myself. Forgiving others. Thanking God for the good and the not so good--because I did learn and I have become the person I am today because of them. And then I said good-bye, and ironically and symbolically closed the door for the last time.
A year later, I am better for the move and I wish I had done it years before. Sometimes we get so paralized by the closed doors of our past, that we do not even see the new doors open in front of us, inviting us to a new and better experiences.
My advice, experience your emotions. KNOW they are just emotions, not life--at least not anymore. Try to focus on what your life will become--hope, dream, imagine--keep your sweet memories, but leave the past where it belongs, in the past!
Love,
Leslie