[msyorktown]

My ex was diagnosed with clinical depression....it wasn't easy living with him at all. He would go from one extreme to the other...from laughing an joking around, to this nasty mean,derogatory person I didn't know. It didn't help that he was on meds, and drank excessively...the minute he became violent, I was gone! As some of you know I am a domestic abuse survivor...so there was no way I was going down that road again. It wasn't me he abused, it was my son. No, nope ....thankfully I didn't kill him and wind up in jail with no one to protect my son...my son stopped me with the words 'please mommy, I still need you' dropped the knife and called the police, who then escorted him out of my house!
I had no idea such a thing existed until it slapped me in the face, what a rude awakening...I hope for a better tomorrow for all who suffer some form of depression, anxiety, PTSD etc...
I went into a deep funk after the marriage ended, the hardest thing I ever had to do was seek help, bc I was raised to pick yourself up and keep going....well I couldn't keep going, I was sinking fast, my kids were suffering for it...mom was functioning but wasn't there, at least not the way they remembered mommy always being there.
My kids were my motivation to seek help ....went into therapy and returned to prayer...here I am today.
My first therapist wanted to put me on Prozac...my bff begged me not to take it...she is a psychiatric nurse....I took her advice and changed therapists, all the better for it.