After all these years of being pretty much “symptom free” I hit the depression side of things. Oh my God, how it sucks. My husband got mad at me, and apparently, that is a trigger for me. All I could think about was how I could just down a bottle of pills and the pain would be over. Even thought about cutting. The thoughts consumed me. I stayed in bed for a good part of the day. Was very mopey. I can’t believe this is how I lived my life for so long.
I keep telling myself not to fall down into the abyss. But, let me tell you… I’m hanging on to a slippery rope that stretches across a deep chasm. And I’m afraid. Very afraid.