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Originally Posted by sophiesmom
I agree about disappointment.
When I first accepted that I had depression and managed to reach out, I figured (in my complete naivete) that I would get better...like I had the flu.
No.
I am better, but I simply have accepted that I will never be the same as I used to be (it's a pretty recent acceptance...like a year or so).
I have a new baseline for normal...
Sometimes I am really angry about the unfairness of all of it and I have a good old pity party for myself.
The whole thing is very disheartening. And unjust. It's sad that I feel so defeated and feeling defeated certainly wears away at the will to fight it all....
I don't know if I have faith in anything anymore  |
S! Good to hear from you. You expressed my situation exactly. I felt exactly as you described. I also thought if I just reached out...I would get help...and get better. Like getting over a cold or the flu. But instead...it has been a long and winding road.
I am not thinking of a "cure" or "recovery" anymore, but just management, and maybe some "benign neglect." I am now beginning to have some really scary problems with finances, living alone, the future being uncertain etc.
The truth is I no longer have the time or resources to be throwing all my attention at resolving this depression. I think I need to just learn to live with it.
It's a bitter pill. And I am surprised at how little help there is out there, or empathy. So, yeah, sometimes a good old pity party seems appropriate.
