Well, I have lost count. Nearly 50, most of my life's problems have been related to depression and mental illness with a few of my own fuck ups just to add to the misery. On top of it all is that I generally have a tough life. My key to survival is that I am fairly intelligent, and have develop coping skills that emulate a normal life to outsiders most of the time.
I haven't been around in awhile, but some of the last comments I made a few months ago (Dec. - Jan.) put forth hopelessness at my situation. More after the jump.
I work for a wonderful university that as an Employee Assistance Plan. Turns that I already knew the counselor that I had a few sessions with which started turning things around.
I (by luck) hooked up with a FNP that had her own similar problems and put me on some meds that really have help and I might see the light at the end of the tunnel. After the meds, I finished there MBA courses within weeks.
I write this diary just to thank all the support from people on this site. At times it has served as my last refuge (talking about desperation :) ).
But thanks.
The really, really weird part is that I never, ever thought that I would live this long, that I would off myself long before now.
Must be waiting around for something.
Maybe, proper health care for the mentally ill (and everyone else).
P.S. FUCK DAVID GREGORY. I STILL HATE HIM.