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For me--it was awful. I was the lowest functioning person there.
Background on me:
I am disabled and have been since 18, was diagnosed at 18 and have been in and out of hospitals, lots of meds, ect...basically my whole life has been about mental illness. I did function well for a while and went to college part-time and graduated and had a series of part-time jobs.
Now, I am unemployed, single, no children and 43 years old.
People at the support group:
Everyone at the meeting had a spouse or ex-spouse, children and fulltime jobs. They all had been diagnosed late in life.
Me Now:
I basically had nothing in common with them or than the fact that they had the DX of depression or bipolar.
I am never going to make a friend.
I suck; am a waste of space; and should just crawl in a hole and die.
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I love your faults because they are part of you and I love you. --my BFF
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