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Battling Depression
I am a 70 yr old widow. Was married for 49 years to a wonderful, loving, kind man. He died from cancer 14 months ago.
He was my life. We had a son and daughter that live only about 25 miles from me. They are very successful in their chosen career's. We did a good job. For that I'm thankful.
But I have battled depression all my adult life. Been to psychiatrist, therapist, and taken just about every drug on the market. I still suffer from this "down, grey" feeling every day of my life.
I believe that some depression illness is inherited. My mother had some kind of un-diagnosed emotional dis-order. I say un-diagnosed because back then it was kept a secret. And believe me my entire family kept my mothers illness a secret. There was 6 ofus children and my dear old dad dealt with mother's "tantrum's" the only way he knew how. And he kept it a secret from everyone and told us children when we became old enough not to tell anyone the way she was.
She would go from extremely violent to hiding in the room for days at a time. We never knew what kind of mood she would be in. My mother never hugged us and I don't recall that she ever told me she loved me and neither of my siblings recall that either.
There were times my dad had to take us down in the woods (we lived in the country) for hours at a time and we could hear her back up at the house screaming, yelling, breaking things and so on. If my dad had not taken us out of the house she would have hit anyone that was in her way at the time with anything she could find handy to use. Like a broom stick or yes, even a kitchen knife. We have seen her cut my dad and beat him on th back until it bled. We never told a soul. It was our family secret.
One of my brothers committed suicide at age 40. I can understand. Had it not been for medication God forbid I might have done the same thing.
Since my husband has passed I sank into an even deeper depression and I'm faithfully taking my medication.
I'm glad this group is available. I'm trying to sift through and sort out what is helping and what does not. I am working with doctors now on my hormones. They had me do a saliva test along with blood work. I hope the results will be beneficial to me as I want to get out of the house and move on with my life.
I trust that each one reading this will keep in mind that there is a higher power. After all the medication I'm taking, who else can I turn to other than my Creator?
Hugs, Mollie in GA
He was my life. We had a son and daughter that live only about 25 miles from me. They are very successful in their chosen career's. We did a good job. For that I'm thankful.
But I have battled depression all my adult life. Been to psychiatrist, therapist, and taken just about every drug on the market. I still suffer from this "down, grey" feeling every day of my life.
I believe that some depression illness is inherited. My mother had some kind of un-diagnosed emotional dis-order. I say un-diagnosed because back then it was kept a secret. And believe me my entire family kept my mothers illness a secret. There was 6 ofus children and my dear old dad dealt with mother's "tantrum's" the only way he knew how. And he kept it a secret from everyone and told us children when we became old enough not to tell anyone the way she was.
She would go from extremely violent to hiding in the room for days at a time. We never knew what kind of mood she would be in. My mother never hugged us and I don't recall that she ever told me she loved me and neither of my siblings recall that either.
There were times my dad had to take us down in the woods (we lived in the country) for hours at a time and we could hear her back up at the house screaming, yelling, breaking things and so on. If my dad had not taken us out of the house she would have hit anyone that was in her way at the time with anything she could find handy to use. Like a broom stick or yes, even a kitchen knife. We have seen her cut my dad and beat him on th back until it bled. We never told a soul. It was our family secret.
One of my brothers committed suicide at age 40. I can understand. Had it not been for medication God forbid I might have done the same thing.
Since my husband has passed I sank into an even deeper depression and I'm faithfully taking my medication.
I'm glad this group is available. I'm trying to sift through and sort out what is helping and what does not. I am working with doctors now on my hormones. They had me do a saliva test along with blood work. I hope the results will be beneficial to me as I want to get out of the house and move on with my life.
I trust that each one reading this will keep in mind that there is a higher power. After all the medication I'm taking, who else can I turn to other than my Creator?
Hugs, Mollie in GA
