I was in SEVERE depression about 6.5 years ago and never ever thought I was going to make it. At one point I had actually hoped I wouldn't. I lost my son, age 20, 6.5 years ago. I'll never be the same but I think that depression was even a light word to use. But medication and meeting other parents helped me to know I wasn't alone. The medication is not a cure all, but I am not ashamed to be taking it either. It is probably what has kept me sane for 6.5 years.
I really hope that even talking and venting here has helped you a bit.
I'm sending you many bear hugs
Carol and baby Jemma |