I'm beginning to feel as though all I'm doing is making pharmacy companies very wealthy. I'm so depressed so I take an anti-depressant,. Why am I depressed? My whole life sucks. I ruptured part of my pelvis so I'm in pretty much pain all the time. I'm unableto do any of the things I used to. I'm tire...
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What to say?
Merely Me
Tuesday, February 10, 2009 at 08:26 PM
Hey Sally
I am so sorry that you are going through all of this. Life seems inherently unfair. Maybe it is a cliche but...sometimes bad things happen to good people. I hear the frustration, anger, and sadness in your message.
While I nor anyone else can never know what you are going through...we all have our unique struggles. I was just diagnosed with multiple sclerosis over a year ago. And I have a son who has autism who doesn't understand my limitations. I worry for him. I worry for me. Sometimes I have to face the fact that...I can no longer do all the things I used to be able to do. It is hard. It is depressing. When I first heard of my diagnosis I yelled obscenities. I was so angry. And I still am.
I think...that you may be feeling some anger over all this. And you have every right to. But when the anger fades...and you are left with the depression...perhaps that is where the real work begins. You are then in the process of figuring out what to do with what you have been given.
So I am not going to give you a bunch of suggestions for feeling better or "getting out" or any of that. I am just going to tell you to feel as you feel. Talk, write, connect...and get it all out.
We are listening...
Hey Sally
I am so sorry that you are going through all of this. Life seems inherently unfair. Maybe it is a cliche but...sometimes bad things happen to good people. I hear the frustration, anger, and sadness in your message.
While I nor anyone else can never know what you are going through...we all have our unique struggles. I was just diagnosed with multiple sclerosis over a year ago. And I have a son who has autism who doesn't understand my limitations. I worry for him. I worry for me. Sometimes I have to face the fact that...I can no longer do all the things I used to be able to do. It is hard. It is depressing. When I first heard of my diagnosis I yelled obscenities. I was so angry. And I still am.
I think...that you may be feeling some anger over all this. And you have every right to. But when the anger fades...and you are left with the depression...perhaps that is where the real work begins. You are then in the process of figuring out what to do with what you have been given.
So I am not going to give you a bunch of suggestions for feeling better or "getting out" or any of that. I am just going to tell you to feel as you feel. Talk, write, connect...and get it all out.
We are listening...