I wish this was about me being resiliant but it’s not. It’s about how resiliant depression seems to be. Depression is a bitch that won’t leave the party. I’m taking Welbutrin now and it’s not working. I cry without any control. It happens multiple times a day. I am full of worry. I have thoughts, the likes of which I have never had before. I wonder how this will end.
I’m too sad to write an actual blog post but I think it is important that I document the whole of this journey so I am leaving this here in hopes that some day it will just be ‘that dark time in my life’.
cheaper than therapy 