I have some "good" days & some bad days. The "good" days are getting to be fewer and farther between. My bad days are seeming to get worse. I am having a hard time holding on. I just want to give up. Then I think about how that will make my wife feel & that only makes me feel worse. I just can't take it anymore. I am tired of fighting this.
When I was a kid & a teen my depression would only last a week at most & then I would be good for a few months. Now I'm lucky if I get 3 "good" days in a month. Maybe I am getting what I deserve.
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