Without the meds I would have no motivation to be healthy.

I strongly suggest that anyone here with depression talks to qualified and properly liscened doctors who rely upon science–NOT certifiable quacks.

So be careful about professional help….they push drugs…not health…go to a naturopathic Dr…most people go to a Dr. who is a mechanic..we need to go to doctors who are “gardeners”….someone to help us grow and flourish…not die on the vine.

I have been diagnosed with major depressive disorder nearly a year ago, but I have struggled through with the depression up until a few years ago, and since before age 7. Attempting suicide 6 times since then with a few good years while I raised my two boys… with only a few bouts of severe depression. I am 48. I found this site by searching “the worst thing about facing suicide is you cannot say goodbye”. I have been holed up in my house which will soon be taken away for the last year, and prior to that for 9 months (2 weeks stay at the hospital). I know I cannot talk to anyone because if I do, tears roll instead, or nothing makes sense to the listener, and they’ll end up putting me in a cold, hard bedded, drafty, ugly and uncomfortable hospital until I can muster up enough wit to somehow prove I am happy or better to them. When I read the article, I thought my son must have been here and taking notes, as he has tried much of this, but when he does, I always feel guilty because I know I cannot go out to the movies, or shopping, etc., and know or feel I should go “for him” but I still cannot go. I don’t like making others feel the way they feel about my depression, but I cannot change it so it is best to not talk and allow them to feel that pain, EVEN AS MUCH AS YOU WANT TO TALK to either try to once again explain, or to say goodbye or whatever. I feel bad, sometimes hurt, but understand when he says he’ll come over another specific time but doesn’t. I know the problems and heartache I cause and it is not that I want to do…. I don’t, so the end result is to accept it and not call and follow-up with why he didn’t come over. Let it go, let that distance take hold and give him a break from it.

What Duck must have been feeling, is what has kept me here…. not wanting to leave these things in the heart of my son to live with. It’s the hardest thing to figure out. Knowing this is why I know you are correct in your message to Duck. Her friend likely really struggled to go on that walk, but did it for Duck as a celebration of what she enjoyed the most in life, to give a little back, and to say goodbye.

What do you say to someone who is depressed, and reaching out to you…when you are struggling with your own depression?

When a friend turns to you and says she feels her life is empty…what do you say when you feel the exact same way?

If your husband hadn’t forgot his wallet we would be reading your very wise words. Thanks for still being here.

As for insensitive people… Mother thinks depression is crap, Tells me to, “Get over it regularly!” If she only realized she is depressed, or at the very least extremely unhappy, perhaps she would not be so very cruel. Her mother was depressed and lived on darvon… Selective memory prevents my mother from even remembering this! Depression rears its ugly head when we should be happiest and any other time… Living with it is hard. A supportive environment helps enormously. Even so it cannot always be overcome.