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The Saboteur

I have fought depression in many forms for most of my adult life. The once thing I am constantly grateful for is that my children have never seen me at my darkest, lowest point. It was for my daughter and husband that I dragged myself back from the depth of hell and suicide attempts. I have no words of advice on how to do this, as I’ve watched as people I care for struggle with depression, and whatever words that come out of my mouth fall empty or do not mean enough. I don’t have the answer, but I do have experience. Please feel free to write if you ever, at any time, need to talk. The worst thing is going through this alone.

The SisterWives

Is it back?

I don’t know yet, but am watching, waiting, to see whether the proverbial bad penny is back in my life for another round.

And I’m scared.

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One comment on “The Saboteur

  1. Thank you so much for reblogging this 🙂

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