Troubled Spirit/ Trigger
Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 12:29 pm
My Dear Friends, I would certainly like to be able to tell you that I am feeling better, however that is not the case. I appreciate the concern of each of you as I fight this exhausting battle with my old nemesis. I try to convince myself that I am not being delivered unto the pits of hell as my mind would believe me to be. Reality is a blur as emotion after emotion courses through me. Pain, guilt, pity, despair, and anger are crushing my skull like a vice.
I have seen the cause and effect of depression so many times but it is different when it hits close to home. All I know for sure is my friend is gone from this earth. I hope he found the peace he so deserved. You are free at last Cat.
Cat, the name we both decided on for his recovery. Short for caterpillar. For it is the metamorphosis from one type of life to another. Out of the darkness of depression and into the light of freedom. The ability to change yourself to adapt to your surroundings. He was hopeful of that and confident that he was getting closer to that goal.
Why did he not call? What had to have happened? To many questions to ask but I keep repeating them to myself over and over. I have prayed that if sleep would finally come that I not wake again. I have never felt so helpless. I am sorry that I burdened you all with my troubled spirit. I have made a call to my therapist to call me so that I can try to work through this. I'm not sure what she will say, but it will be a comfort to be able to talk to her.
I have seen the cause and effect of depression so many times but it is different when it hits close to home. All I know for sure is my friend is gone from this earth. I hope he found the peace he so deserved. You are free at last Cat.
Cat, the name we both decided on for his recovery. Short for caterpillar. For it is the metamorphosis from one type of life to another. Out of the darkness of depression and into the light of freedom. The ability to change yourself to adapt to your surroundings. He was hopeful of that and confident that he was getting closer to that goal.
Why did he not call? What had to have happened? To many questions to ask but I keep repeating them to myself over and over. I have prayed that if sleep would finally come that I not wake again. I have never felt so helpless. I am sorry that I burdened you all with my troubled spirit. I have made a call to my therapist to call me so that I can try to work through this. I'm not sure what she will say, but it will be a comfort to be able to talk to her.