Hi
I have come here too. I know what you mean. The details don't matter. My heart is broken as well as my spirit. It will forever be that way. I've lost some things that I will never get back and I am walking the earth as an empty shell. Thanks for reading this too.

Mamie - Thanks for your reply. It helps to know I'm not alone but am so sorry your are suffering too. hugs

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i AM BACK AGAIN. i HOPE YOU WILL CHECK IN. I FEEL LIKE THE PERSON I AM IS DYING AND THE PERSON THAT I AM BECOMING IS A SAD LOST SOUL. I LONG TO BE WITH SOME PEOPLE THAT I CANNOT EVER BE WITH.
MY LIFE HERE ON EARTH IS NOT A HAPPY ONE. I AM SICK AND DEPRESSED AND FEEL THAT WHERE EVER I GO I DO NOT FIT IN. I RARELY GET TO EXPRESS THIS MELANCHOLY. BUT IF THERE IS A PLACE TO DO IT I GUESS IT IS HER. I HOPE THAT YOU ARE BETTER AND LOOK FORWARD TO TALKING TO ANOTHER BROKEN HEART.

Oh mamie - I feel so bad for you. I know exactly how you feel. I used to call myself a misfit because I never belonged anywhere. I still feel that way sometimes. Are you in therapy or on meds? I am doing both and am slowly getting better from therapy. I don't think the meds a doing squat. Well, maybe the Abilify is helping but not to the degree I need it to. Plus the side effects are getting to me so we had to cut my dose in half. We'll see how I do. You always have a place here mamie. Don't ever forget that. We must stick together to hold our own. My heart is broken for numerous reasons. I hate feeling like I'm broken. The most important reason I feel so bad is because I have to sell my home and I don't have an income. This could leave me out on the streets if my family can no longer support me. God willing, it will all work out.

you do not need to be sorry about how you feel. please talk to us or to me. honest id like to hear from you and im willing to listen to you as well. why? because im there as well. no one to talk to or share simmilar things as well. i hope to here from you soon. because i care about anyone that shares the same or simmilar lives.

Thanks reddog. I appreciate that. If it weren't for my dogs I would sit around and do nothing all day long. At least I have to get off of my butt to take care of them. It's so hard just to get through a day sometimes. My own mother has a hard time accepting that depression is a mental illness. She thinks mental illness is just for the "really bad cases". And this was after I had made a suicide attempt! I don't know what she considers bad. But I have to be careful about what I share with her. She doesn't get it.