I'm depressed, there, I said it. I can't cope anymore living a lie.
I've been stressed and anxious for a few months now and the GP keeps encouraging me to go back on meds but I'm reluctant after the last withdrawal I had. I thought I could cope.
Now the one thing that keeps me stable is going, my dog. I can't live without my dog. I know that sounds so dramatic and maybe I do need to suck it up but my heart is shattered into a thousand pieces and I feel like going to sleep and never waking up again. The alternative isn't a life, it's an existence.
I am so alone and so sad. :(