Hello
Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 1:34 pm
I am a single, 51, going to be 52 soon living with depression for about 15yrs. I have been reaching out for 15yrs, and was told several times I needed ECT. So hence, I keep trying alternatives. I am considered medication resistant so they are always trying new meds. They usually last up to 6mos, and then I bottom out. It gets real old living with this nightmare but I have the relief of believing in God. Also knowing that I am not alone helps tremendously.
Relationships with women/men can be a struggle because I forget, confuse conversation, or just push them away. I think at times I would rather be alone, but at the same time I tend to obsess on negative thoughts 24/7. I know I am better around others but as I said I still desire the aloneness, and I know I am not understood.
Oh how I would love to go to someones house and play cards, or just be invited over to watch tv, and eat popcorn. These are my desires but won't happen.
I am divorced my husband left for someone better, whole, and happy. Most of the time I am blaming myself for some of the things he had to endure with my sickness. I just cannot figure out why he just didn't get it, and continued the nonsupport in thinking I could just snap out of it. When I needed him the most, I was receivng the opposite. I still blame myself, and also still love him after 10yrs.
I yearn to meet someone that understands, and maybe even write, or live close to me that does "get me"
Relationships with women/men can be a struggle because I forget, confuse conversation, or just push them away. I think at times I would rather be alone, but at the same time I tend to obsess on negative thoughts 24/7. I know I am better around others but as I said I still desire the aloneness, and I know I am not understood.
Oh how I would love to go to someones house and play cards, or just be invited over to watch tv, and eat popcorn. These are my desires but won't happen.
I am divorced my husband left for someone better, whole, and happy. Most of the time I am blaming myself for some of the things he had to endure with my sickness. I just cannot figure out why he just didn't get it, and continued the nonsupport in thinking I could just snap out of it. When I needed him the most, I was receivng the opposite. I still blame myself, and also still love him after 10yrs.
I yearn to meet someone that understands, and maybe even write, or live close to me that does "get me"