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Depression Fallout is a website that has really helped me. Like you Jan I am on the receiving end of the effects that depression has on loved ones. The message board is filled with people living the same things you are. In fact sometimes it feels like so one must have been a fly on the wall in my house because the things they say they have been told by their depressed significant other are exactly what I have heard. They only way to get through this is to know that you are not alone living this fallout. You have to work on yourself if you can hope to be there for your depressed partner. It is the hardest battle I have ever had to fight. And I am fighting it alone.
Thank you for this page. It has offered me a lot of insight to this terrible disease. I too, am in a similar situation with my BF. To make a long story short, we dated 20 years ago and 3 years ago he came back into my life, partly to apologize for how he treated me back then.We became friends again and I have supported him throughout his struggles as best as I knew how. We recently started dating exclusively about 5 months ago when he nticed I started pulling away. He said he loved me and that he always loved me and that he couldnt lose me again. Over the past few months, things have been up and down and he is pulling more and more away from me. I amtrying not to take it personally but it is difficult. I feel like I am becoming depressed over this now because I feel like no matter what I do its not good enough. I have taken the advice from this column but I need to know if I need to walk away from this relationship. I can take on a lot and I am very patient but I too have needs. I have tried to talk to him without being judgmental, angry or overbearing but, depending on his moods, wind up being a whirlwind of emotions. Do I give up my needs to stand by the man I love more than anything? Do I communicate to him my thoughts or cover them up so I dont burden him? When is enough enough? How can I deal with these issues day in and day out and still maintain my own mental state? Please someone help me. He has even made the comment that he will never leave me again and that he will never hurt me again but he is pushing me to leave him. He is inadvertently hurting me and I dont know how to tell him. Any advice would be greatly appreciated especially if you are one suffering from this disease. Thank you
Absolutly everything I have never been able to put into my own words about the prison of depression. I am 42 yrs old and have suffered worse and worse major depressive episodes since i was 17. I have taken meds used drugs and drank heavely all in desperate efforts to just feel better. I am a christian and this sickness has had me so conflicted all my life that I had no idea if there was anyway God could possibly mean me when He says He forgives all who come to Him. It has become such a part of me now that I have no idea how to be or think any other way. I have been in such a state at one point as to not feel or think or have any emotion left just dead inside and not even caring to want to be any other way. just numb and content to stay that way. Through much divine intervention and desperation to live again i have began a med regimine again and I just have to trust everything to my faith. i speak to two seperate counslers one is my pastor the other my mental health provider. Its a slow ongoing process that i fight with myself alot to just keep going and putting one foot in front of the other. i am determined to live now, to not just exist and perform for my loved ones enough to fool them that im alive. I dont want to be dead anymore because now that ive been brought back i relize any life is better than where I was. I still sleep alot and have no real pleasure or drive or look forward to much but i have faith and trust and I want to live so thats progress enough right now. I urge all of those who are young or just in the beggining of this debilitating sickness to get help and just keep putting down each foot regardless of what things look like. keep talking even if you think everyone is stupid and they have no idea. sometimes its not so much the person yoour talking to as it is just getting it out. you will have little breakthroughs that surprise you and just when you feel like your doomed to walk this life forever someting will seem different sometimes. its slow going and you wont want to do any of it. Do it anyway. if you fall back and spend a week or so wallowing and sleeping so what you just force yourself alive and do it again anyway. do not let it become you, define you and then kill you body or soul. i promise that is so much worse. Much love and God bless!
My depression started late last year, when i had a break up with the man i loved with everything beautiful in my life. Just before the breakup, he had been given me attitude, i sorted to plead and talk to him about things, but i guess his mind was made up, but he dint say a word, few weeks to him saying it, i got a mail from a school i applied to for my Msc, and it was a rejection mail of my application. I told him about it, but he dint get moved, just few days after that he told me we needed to quit things. He gave excuses as to family matters and all, obviously he was lying. But that period was actually the last i really enjoyed happiness. I felt so sad and deverstated, i quit my job, i just wanted to be left alone in a room just to cry day and night. In the course of it, i develop a sever abdominal pain. Now the race is so tough that i dont even know which is worth battling. Most times i jus feel like running away from the world. Non of my family knows whats going on in my life. They just notice i cry but i tell them its nothing. Few of my friends know about it, and they have truly been helping. But i cant seems to help myself. I cry early in the morning, i cry at night. I dont leave my room. I need my life back. I am 28 years. I need help
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I had a flock of 30 and loved them. I raised them from the times they hatched by hand..and they were great. But over the years they were taken by fox of some other creatures from the swamp and woods. We have 18 acres and they never wandered off the property. Yes, they were loud, but more like watch birds..we liked the sound.
I had 5. Got them in an attempt to deter a fox that keeps getting my chickens. Right now i have around 150 birds (chickens, turkeys, ducks, and geese). I got 5 guineas and raised them from babies. We let all of our (adult) birds out in the morning and close them all up at night. As soon as the guineas were big enough to let roam with the others I have not seen that fox a single time (he usually comes out all hours of the day). He used to come from the wood-line near our pond. The guineas would stand by the wood line and just make a lot of noise at times and do a little dance. I can not help but be sure that they were scaring that fox away since I never once saw it since the guineas were released. I would see it several times a week before. I am down to 2 guineas because the stupid side of them got 3 of them taken. All five ended up flying into our garden and apparently forgot they could fly and could not get out (its fenced with horse fence). Instead of flying back over so they could roost that night (about 30 feet away), they roosted on the garden gate and 3 of them got taken that night. Two lived that crouched in the corner of the garden instead of getting on the gate. I found the two the next morning still in the garden and poo underneath the gate along with feathers. When I had locked everyone up that night I did not notice they were missing since I have so many birds. I absolutely loved having them and came across this post while looking for some more to purchase. I only started out with 5 because I had heard so many horror stories. I will probably buy several adults to help the 2 I have keep the fox at bay and will likely by some keets just to help and keep my guinea population up. I will now look for them each night in the coop to make sure they are there. If not, I will go looking for them because I love having them so much.
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