Thank you for the kind welcomes.

Survival in this world was never to be easy for me, I just didn't realize it until a few years ago.

My mother use to say to me, "You're day will come." Her meaning was that my day to have a happy life was just around the corner...NOT!! I was constantly asking her to please stop saying that because it was not true.

Then the day came about 15 years ago when she finally apologized, for her relentless optimisum of my life. I don't know that I have had a single year so my 58 years that has been without one crisis or another. And now I will end my live in a state of physical decay; progressive neurodegenerative disease...what a way to live...disability income and all

My dx is Major Depression Disorder. Run of the mill depression, with a bit of PTSD in there, as well as moderate self-injury from time to time. Yes, both my psychologist is aware of all my little secrets, as is the Psychiatrist who manages my MDD meds.

I am in the joyfull...well, at least the government seems to think it is a good thing...Medicare RX donut-hole. My psychiatrist was just this morning sympathizing with me over the cost of Effexor, while he filled my sample bag...there are some good things in this gloomy world we live in...pharma samples