But now, about two days ago I crashed. i feel all the hoplessnes and other crap of a deep depression. Nothing seems to matter anymore. I was back to being exhausted today, and have headaches. Not even the promises I made to my partner about not wanting to "do anything stupid", and "I want to live, and I'll work through this". Now I just don't care, and the pain is growing.
I have unfortunatedly gotten rid of all my old meds that I'd been hanging on to, "just in case", so the method of stopping this is up in the air. I'm going to see my therapist today, and I just don't want to go. (I'm actually feeling anger towards him for no real reason.)
I have everything I wanted in life, I really do. A wonderful partner, a condo of my own. Got trained and obtained my massage therapy license. A few close friends. Even a beautifly cat! But depression and possibly Cymbalta, has robbed me of any joy I had. And I did have it once. Maybe that makes it worse,,I now what joy in living feels like.
Shit,,I don't know. I'm a 46 year old, overweight, unemployed, chronically depressed "cymbalta-Junkie". WTF happened?
What really scares me is, what if this never gets better? I can't iive out the rest of my life feeling like this. Being unable to do anything.
Dave

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