I thought that once you had gotten past a certain point, you would no longer have any of the symptoms of your particular mental illness. I guess I'm wrong. This very night, I spiraled down into a pit of despair, but was revived by my husband's insistence that there were a lot of things to be happy for. Yes, it hits everyone from time to time. It seems too often that they don't realize the depth of our despair. It's difficult for people to look on, and it's difficult to find yourself helpless and alone.
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