S**t Talking Demons
My depression comes in the form of very discouraging voices. They like to tell me I'm a looser and a jerk and a failure and that I'll never make it and that no one loves me. That's actually one of their favorites, the part about how no one loves me, or ever will and how I am utterly alone and should really just jump off of something tall.
Then what feels like an odd anchor in the pit of my gut is set, and I can't move from my bed.
Immobility is a big part of it.
I've taken Lexapro on and off since 2002 and it had been generally good for me, but now I'm tapering off. I'm feeling scared of the return of the d. But maybe it won't be so bad as I think...
Anyway, I'm pulling out all the stops and finding natural cures for myself. I really hope they work and that I can be happy and free and love this life :)
Blessings and Love and Luck on this journey to all of you!