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Originally Posted by DanaC
Oh quite. It has a nasty habit of rendering you incapable of doing the things that might help.
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AND doing the thing that hurts those around you/ your relationships most/ exacerbates the problem (in my case, drinking).
I was off my meds for a week because I "couldn't be arsed" to go to the doctors and get a new script. What was that? Depression. How did I deal with that? Drinking. I could smack myself up the head as much as anyone watching could want, but in the end I have to accept the illness, and try to put things in place to make sure such damned stupid behavior isn't repeated. For a msart girl I'm a fuckit far too often.
Funnily enough, my cookie cutter list would say, "Get a pet!" And I'm sure the RSPCA would say depressed people/ alcoholics are the worst pet owners, EVAH! So I accept, what works for one does not work for all. FTR - my boy(s) and briefly girl never went without food, and although the boys lived with me in filth for a short time, they had clean litter and lots of love.
Sigh - I miss Dylan and Hely every day.