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HI.
Wow thats quite the story. So sad about your upbringing. I too have/had alcholic parents. Growing up I remember I hated Friday nights as something was always going to happen with my parents whether it was a hugh argument between them, or a fall resulting in time spent in the hospital (this happened quite often). There was no physical abuse, maybe a bit of mental abuse though, but as my mom passed away 6 years ago, and my dad had a stroke shortly after (he lost his drivers licence-which keeps him from the legions) I am his only designated driver and he's much better now. If I could change my past that would be the first thing to change...it was so embarrassing.

My doctor isn't much of a help as far as I'm concerned. I go into talk to him, and instead of talking, I watch him addressing and stamping envelopes to some big shindig! --He's not always that bad, but I find he's definitely in it for the money. Do you have to pay for the doctors there? We don't pay for regular doctors, but we do for most specialists (psychiatrists).

What kind of work do you do? I'm thinking about getting a job--right now its my dad almost full time. Whenever I think about having to be at a certain place at a certain time I almost feel sick to my stomach. The stress is overwhelming. As it is, my daughters are having exams this week, and need me to pick them up from school tomorrow morning...sounds crazy, but the thought of knowing I have to do it stresses me out.

What meds are you taking for your depression? How long have you been on them? I've just recently started on Pristiq, and other then wanting to sleep all the time I guess its doing the trick (keeping me from crying for no reason at all) A few weeks ago (befor the Pristiq) I headed down to my dads place and all of a sudden started tearing up. I managed to get into his place and do a bit of cleaning then I opened the front door and the dog accidentally got out the front. (they're not allowed out the front as the neighbors complain) anyhow, I went running down the street to catch him, and brought him back with tears in my eyes. I barely was able to tell my dad I was going home--I told him I didn't feel well. I drove around the corner and couldn't stop myself from pulling over and having a good cry. Then it hit me...I have NO friends. Thats when I called my psychiatrist and told him to get me some pills that worked. He called in the prescription, and within a couple of days I was much better. The fact that I have no friends still gets to me, but its probably better that way for now.

Well, I hope your day was good, and keep smiling :)

January 26, 2010 - 4:48pm

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