I'm somewhere in a depressive episode. I can't tell you where. I could wake up tomorrow and it could all be over. I won't know until I get there.
Don't give up. That's what I have to tell myself every single day.
I'm not working (I lost my job due to this illness last summer) and I don't qualify for benefits. I'm lucky that my wife can support me and it's for her that I keep myself here instead of ending it all.
I have good days and bad days. Some days I can't get out of bed. Other days I can behave as if nothing is wrong. But the balance is out. If I do too much in a day, I'm knocked out for days.
I don't enjoy being like this and I wouldn't wish it on anyone. I just wanted to share this with the world.