Posted: Mar 24, 08 7:28pm
For years everyone has tried to tell me I was depressed. I refused to admit it. Doctors have put me on several different meds for depression even one that nearly caused me to take my own life. From then on I refused to take any more meds for depression. Geez...all I need it something to help me end my life that I already wanted to end!!! I guess why I am thinking that I might have depression is because I lack any focus, I don't seem to enjoy anything, and I'm not even happy with myself, let alone anyone else.
I shouldn't feel that way. I have 3 beautiful grandsons and another grandbaby on the way. I dread holidays, I hate to think of much of anything because I can never remember anything for very long. I kept trying to say it is just stress, but I am thinking now it has to be something else. I just wish I had one good, faithful, trusting friend I could confide in and talk to.
Well, thank you for taking the time to read this. I hope everyone has a wonderful evening. Take care.









