its not easy deciding who you tell what to and whom , my private life is mine but a few ppl know im on anti depresssants but why they just think i have stressfull life ,
but the only ppl that have ever know all that went on in my childhood is my husband and way back a ex boyfriend who encouraged me to report the abuse i was having once the police dealt with it it wasnt mentioned again even me and my husband havent ever mentioned it since when we were first discussing it , and then way back in the back of my mind theres the other abuse nobody knows about , maybe i have never even talked about this because im not sure i wanted to , i have never discussed this with a councellor ,
and my employer only knows what was put on my sick certificate when i was of work , we had a manager back then who was lovely who also had suffer from depression so she understood , my husband is finding it hard as his job is in a big place with lots of ppl some understand some dont, he had graffite drawn on his locker when he took his first overdose, and while he was back at work last oct the man in charge of the section told him there was nothing wrong with him, which led to full blown panic attack
so some ppl we tell some we dont even family dont know evrything
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