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Posted by Racer on July 8, 1999, at 0:25:17

In reply to Re: $, posted by Dr. Bob on July 7, 1999, at 11:39:16

PL, please find the same support here that I've found. I am too sick to work most of the time, but also expend most of my energy trying to hide how bad things are with me. My life sux, pretty much, but you have something I don't, something that I would give up anything in the world for: a child. Your daughter, while you may not notice it now, really does love you. One day, when you're not noticing, she will look at you and love you more than you'll ever know. My own mother would never believe what I really think of her, and if she ever did, she'd never have any but ecstatic moments again.

OK, the daughter may not be enough to keep you going, but YOU are worth it. When your daughter finally realizes what a goddess her mother is, it won't be a mistake. Think of what sort of woman it takes to support a family with almost no support of any sort. What kind of woman manages to keep a job when she's so distraught? What does it take to show the world a capable, functioning human being when inside all is chaos?

Truly, my dear, I can relate to much of what you said. My meds are not working, and I'm in a pretty deep hole right now. But I know that medication can make my mood lift, so that I can function again, and then I'll be able to take on the world. Let's race for it, what do you say? Talk to your doctor. Tell him that you're not willing to settle for anything less than EUTHYMIA!! Get the meds in place, then make any changes to your life that you want to make. Maybe express to your husband the thought that you won't admit to now: that someone who doesn't contribute substantially to the support of the family is not entitled to express opinions quite so freely?

Listen, all flippancy aside: sure, I'm a crazy person writing to you. Still, I know that the depression has me in a headlock, that it's a monster holding me back. I know that if I can whip it, I can do anything. I'll meet you at the top of K2, you just tell me when. Let's show them. Let's get all the way better. You and me both. What do you say?




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