I Can Not Hide It.

There is a reason, or two, or 20, that I fight depression.  I have survived childhood trauma, an abusive marriage, being abandoned by close friends and family, losing both parents already, losing a child to my ex, living through a car accident, trying to navigate through the legal system, and the list  goes on.  I get tired a lot, of fighting all the time; fighting my ex (who continues to harrass me), fighting to save my other children, fighting the memories, fighting the trauma, fighting the rejection I have faced, and just fighiting to stay alive some times.

That's my Reader's Digest condensed version.

frozen frozen
36-40, F
Jun 5, 2007