Hey Anita

I hear what you say. We all need to preserve ourselves, I understand how you feel.

I had a dear friend who was supporting me through a difficult time 7 years ago and I was supporting her through her own mess too- I never gave up on her; and I supported another friend through her divorce.
When I needed them again one of them became unavailable (despite me having helped her so much before) and I hate to say I didn’t follow the advice of the second friend as my altered state of brain chemicals was not allowing me to see clearly.

Now I’m living life on another planet- a totally unrecognisable, totally frightening one (it’s the having complete anhedonia caused by citalopram that has made me into the zombie I am today- I’ll never forgive the doctors for covering up the truth about SSRIs- I can’t believe it’s legal; judges in suicide cases have contacted the makers of this drug but they give the usual answer- it’s depression symptoms; and so, they get away with it)

So, to answer your question the zombie that I am today began with mild depression and ended up not knowing how to get through the day because of a prescription drug. Even my mother the other day used my name to me in the third person and said she’s not giving up hope of seeing ‘Cherry’ again – how bad does that make me feel? Not her fault I’m like this though…
Let’s see if we can find out how to start a new thread and then maybe others can help me too…having said this I feel this response of mine probably belongs on a depression forum- not here on a site made for positivity 🙁

Thank you
CT