Hi everyone. First Time here. If I'm honest I would guess that I've been suffering from depression [at least low-grade for more than 15 years. I was diagnosed about 4 years ago.was put on meds Aug 2012. Quit them FeB 2013. lost Several friends. Lost 2 jobs in as many years. My anxiety and depression was exacerbated due to several different events. One was an unwanted move across the world away from most family and friends. Terminal illness of a parent followed by his painful death, Serious illness of my other parent. Relationship problems and work problems. I've tried meds, exercise, eating right being more social. But never all at the same time. I'm here because I'm broke and can't afford meds or therapy. I'm here because this disease now threatens my independence which for some reason means more to me than my peace of mind. I'm here because my brother said to me just last week - 'I wish I could fix you'' - and I love him for that. I'm here because I'm trying not to give up. trying Not to beg the earth to swallow me. I'm here because this disease has stolen so much of my time and my resources and my opportunities and my relationships. I'm here even tho I feel too tired to hope - I still hope. I have glimpses of a possible life for myself and it looks good. I want it.
