I've been suffering from depression my entire life. Probably the worst part of the disease is loosing those who are important, family and close friends who can no longer deal with it. My brother severed ties with me a month ago and I understand, he has fear that he'll have to take care of me. Another long time friend just doesn't respond to emails any longer. I don't blame him at all ... he wants happiness, not to be brought down by a miserable human being.
I've been on Effexor and Wellbutrin for several years, I have an incredibly caring psychiarist. He's the last person left.
I'll be alone Thanksgiving for the first time in my life. For me it's the most important holiday of the year. I've unplugged the phone and sit in the dark At least this way I won't be hurting other people, which is the only thing I can do for those I love. Everything in my life is the result of all the causes I've made during my life. It makes perfect sense that my life has led to this. It's appropriate.