So many times in this life with depression, I feel like I'm back at the same place with nothing to look forward to. I wonder if it is just sensitive duty to my children and the fear of pain and finality that keeps me from ending my life.
Maybe depression is a liar. But it is an awfully good and persistent one. Once again I feel desperate. Listless, hopeless, anxious and despair. Barely keeping up with responsibilities actually not keeping up at all. I'm tired of living as a slave to money for another day.
Maybe I'll turn it around again. I haven't given up yet. I suspect many many people here know this feeling well