fighting oppressive depression and anxiety. Probably had some all my life, but I fell to pieces when my husband developed brain cancer.

Just about the time I think I'm winning a new crisis comes up. And "tag" I'm it. I am so weary of trying to fix things, and grow more fearful that soon I won't be able to do any more financially. It sucks

Self-awareness is yucky too . I know what's wrong. What's the depression, what is SAD, what is the anxiety, and when they're all ganging up on me like unwanted mental squatters.

I am grateful for the medication that helps keep things somewhat on an even keel (Welburton). It's been hard this last year as I still haven't come to grips with my new reality. It bugs me that I'm not strong enough (yet) to really just embrace it and move on.

Looking back, I see little things that built into bigger ones, but I didn't understand coping mechanisms.

I read about everyone here and see such strength and goodness. It's humbling.

I care deeply for this group, and appreciate you.