When I lost everything four years ago, a new set of stressors bombarded me like never before. I tried to find people to talk to, family, work, medicine and creativity to help. Each of those things did help in their own way, but, I continued to plummet regardless. I didn't have a strong support group, and I truly believe, in loss, that is needed.
Regardless, I am still here and glad to be. My animals are my saving grace and my guardian angels, in which I firmly believe, helped me through in so many ways. Too many things happened to me to be to help me in the nick of time - whether it was me becoming homeless or me considering transitioning - to be coincidental - but those are different tales!
Today, I simply want to write a little on my take of depression for who care for someone or know someone suffering. I hope it lends a little light to this terrible disease.
|Merlyn, my Healing Kitty|