I always thought I did so well. It was hell growing up in a dysfuctional family. Somehow I beat the odds. Always the strong willed one that kept everything together, the leader. I went to college. The first one on my mom's side of the family. I am a teacher, have more now than I ever did growing up in a trailer. "Wow" I used to think when I compared my life to those of my friends from highschool that had babies before graduation. Somehow though I am not happy, have never been. I can be irritable, always taking it out on the ones I love the most. Rages are not uncommon, the most recent one ended with my finger being broken. The counselor asked "have you ever thought about anti depressants?" heck I never thought I was depressed. I am the success story, strong willed, the one that went against the odds and made it. "Why is this lady concerned that I don't trust anyone?" I thought. "Many times children that grow up in situations like yours have trouble regulating seratonin levels" she said. I agreed to call my doctor and will tomorrow. I need to get my finger Xrayed anyways.

Meachie