I don't think there was a minute that I did NOT cry today. I haven't cried in weeks and now I cannot stop. I took some Xanax and that seem to calm thing a little.
I also realized tonight that I have zero friends. Once I told my close friends about my depression, they stopped contacting me. Like I have AIDS or something.
Between the dates of December 2013 through March 2014 I out on a lot of weight. 20 lbs to be exact. My doctor had me on Risperdone. I experienced edemda and extreme weight gain. I begged him to take me of the Risperdone and he put me on Ritaln and Lithium. I feel decent after taking the Ritalin and before going to bed.
My heart still physically hurts. Id talk to a friends but they all left me.
I dispise my life. God is supposed to be loving. So why are we suffering to the point where we wish we were dead?