I don't know if I have a question or if I'm just reaching out for someone who has walked down this road before. It's been three months since my daughter told me...in one day our whole world fell apart. We left our home with nothing and moved three hundred miles away. I feel like I've been run over by an eighteen wheeler, but I want to be strong for her and for my son. I guess I just want someone to tell me that this gets easier, that I can go through this and survive without antidepressants and tranquilizers (which the docs are pushing at me). I have a strong faith, but I feel like I'm going under somedays. If anyone has been through this I would love to talk to you.
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