sitting alone with no purpose. feeling like life has exited my body. no love for anything or any one. hiding under the blanket does not take me away far enough. my zest for life has left me and I am just a shell of a person. getting myself through the day is getting harder and taking the meds seems senseless. Faking it for the kid is getting harder but what options do I have. Not sure I am doing her any good anyway as I just exist not being of any support to her. Am I setting her up for a life of depression as thats all she knows? Can I come out of this with the skills to be amother again? I just want to be able to smile, laugh and be happy.