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’.

Author: TeresaB

I don't know who I am right now. Trying to stay intact.

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