I'm glad some are coming out after having some tough times.
Slowly emerging from one myself. Found myself in a real dark place a few weeks ago. I'd been handing out food to the homeless in my city centre, I'd been depressed for weeks, but my public face isn't always the way I'm feeling.
On the way home, as I stood on the train platform, I contemplated jumping.
It's draining though, knowing you're ill, but pretending everything is fine, smiling laughing and joking around at work, but I completely withdrew from my family, I can't fake it front of them.
I'm feeling better, but my sleeping is still a mess, I'm wiped out emotionally. It's damaged my progress from my weight loss, I've not had the energy to exercise.
Into week 5 of my antidepressants, they are starting to help, the weather, though not today, being brighter, helped my mood, but I've ruined more than one relationship on this period, including one with a woman I'm still very much in love with, and I can't blame her, can't, in truth, blame myself, but it sucks.
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