Where is the depression coming from? I will say that there has been a vast improvement since adjusting my meds. Which has been so wonderful. I feel unappreciated. I feel like I’m less than human. I’m just a limb. I am not allowed to have my own thoughts, or feelings, or opinions. Those things will either go unnoticed, or laughed at and for sure never taken seriously. I don’t ever feel taken seriously. Just criticized. There’s always some kind of huge flaw with my opinions that make them impossible. I feel so lonely and then when the thought of going out of the house occurs to me, I get scared and don’t want to go. I just stay home and do nothing. It takes every ounce of my being to force myself out of the house. I need to be forced. It’s quite sad really. I talk to my cats. I talk to them and make them talk back.
Pathetic.
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