I am a long term sufferer of depression, and I am struggling at the moment. I have locked myself in the house and I am not answering the door. My place is knee deep in rubbish and I feel like I am being swallowed alive. Heading down that dark tunnel again.
You would think that by now this would get easier to handle but it isn't. Every time I go through this I feel like I lose part of myself. I feel so isolated and alone. My Brothers live so far away and my dad is elderly and in poor health so I just tell them everything is fine when its not. I knew I was coming down but there is nothing you can do to stop it.
I am so tired of fighting, I don't know why I bother sometimes I think it would be easier to let the darkness win. Why isn't there more groups around and more help out there. I hate my life.
My cats are all I have. They give me some pleasure and make me smile. Thank God for them.