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Okay. With the exception of Nick (aka: dorknoodle) nobody I know reads this thing, so I guess it would be safe to say this. I'm thinking of maybe seeing about getting myself a prescription for some antidepressants. For pretty much my whole life, I've been suffering from what I assume to be depression. I usually feel down and I've had several major depressive episodes. The current one has been lasting for damn near a year now, and I don't see it ending any time soon. I'm sick of being and feeling useless and dirty. I'm sick of not leaving the apartment and frequently staying in bed. I'm sick of never feeling up to doing things that I enjoy and things that need doing. I'm sick of feeling like I'm a burden to my husband. If this is life, I don't want it. If I can fix it, I want to. If I can't, I fucking give up. I don't know if I deserve better than this, but my husband sure as hell does!
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