I have been down this road before, but for the first time I am not walking alone. I have never had treatment before, and the meds scare me. I feel that people will look at me different and think that I am just crazy. Suicide thoughts ... yes, I have plenty of those, but I have 2 beautiful girls that I do not want growing up without a dad. I refuse to give into that train of thought, even though it sounds so easy. My previous attempts have put me in hospital, made me severely ill or made me lash out against people I know wanted to just help me. Then again, I did not want help. It's different this time. I wish to be strong for my family, but have so many defects it is hard to look at myself in the mirror and actually say anything good about me. I always see the bad side of me and try hide it from everyone.
The meds make me feel uncomfortable. I feel more out of control with them. They say it takes time for them to properly work (It is only day 2 now). I feel ... empty, void of emotion, like a zombie just looking for its next meal.
That's it for now. Don't know what to say more, even though I have so much to say.