Hello Everyone:
I live in British Columbia with my best friend, Tina, who is my 13 year old Toy Poodle. I have had her since she was a puppy and she means the world to me. There have been times recently that I truly believe if it wasn't for her, I would not be here. I had to keep going to take care of her. I am currently unemployed and an agency in town that deals with persons with disabilities is trying to help me find work.
I moved to BC from ON about 2 years ago. My sister lives here. I hit rock bottom in ON from losing a job that I loved in 2006, which in turn, I lost everything - house, car, self-respect - I mean everything. I was hospitalized twice that year for suicide attempts. I thought I would get a new start out here, but things haven't exactly worked out as planned.
Anyway, I believe my mental health issues started when my father died in 1990. I loved him very much and to this day I still miss him terribly. He was the only person that loved me unconditionally. I started drinking, then came the cocaine, crack and painkillers. I was never a heavy user of drugs, but I realize now that you don't have to be to allow these things to ruin your life. I have been clean since I moved to BC except for the very occassional joint and yes, about once a month, I drink more than I should, but I am even cutting that out. The 3-day hangovers just aren't worth it.
I just recently moved again to a bigger city with the hopes of finding work. I am very lonely. I don't hardly go out because I can't afford bus fare most of the time and I certainly cannot afford any entertainment. I am receiving E.I. until around March and I am terrified of being homeless. I can't talk to my sister about anything because quite frankly, she is irritating, a liar, and a control freak. It's hard just to be civil to her. In other words, she hasn't changed since she moved out here 20 years ago.
The good thing is that there is are excellent resources here for my mental health issues and being alone with no support really has forced me to deal with it.
So, that's where I'm at now - trying to find out how to deal with life, because sometimes, I just want to give up.
I saw a commercial about Pristiq last night, so I looked it up on the Internet and this is how I found this forum. I am glad I did, because just posting my feelings makes me feel better.
I expect to be going "medication free" for the next month or so after 8 years of anti-depressants so I'll keep you posted.
I live in British Columbia with my best friend, Tina, who is my 13 year old Toy Poodle. I have had her since she was a puppy and she means the world to me. There have been times recently that I truly believe if it wasn't for her, I would not be here. I had to keep going to take care of her. I am currently unemployed and an agency in town that deals with persons with disabilities is trying to help me find work.
I moved to BC from ON about 2 years ago. My sister lives here. I hit rock bottom in ON from losing a job that I loved in 2006, which in turn, I lost everything - house, car, self-respect - I mean everything. I was hospitalized twice that year for suicide attempts. I thought I would get a new start out here, but things haven't exactly worked out as planned.
Anyway, I believe my mental health issues started when my father died in 1990. I loved him very much and to this day I still miss him terribly. He was the only person that loved me unconditionally. I started drinking, then came the cocaine, crack and painkillers. I was never a heavy user of drugs, but I realize now that you don't have to be to allow these things to ruin your life. I have been clean since I moved to BC except for the very occassional joint and yes, about once a month, I drink more than I should, but I am even cutting that out. The 3-day hangovers just aren't worth it.
I just recently moved again to a bigger city with the hopes of finding work. I am very lonely. I don't hardly go out because I can't afford bus fare most of the time and I certainly cannot afford any entertainment. I am receiving E.I. until around March and I am terrified of being homeless. I can't talk to my sister about anything because quite frankly, she is irritating, a liar, and a control freak. It's hard just to be civil to her. In other words, she hasn't changed since she moved out here 20 years ago.
The good thing is that there is are excellent resources here for my mental health issues and being alone with no support really has forced me to deal with it.
So, that's where I'm at now - trying to find out how to deal with life, because sometimes, I just want to give up.
I saw a commercial about Pristiq last night, so I looked it up on the Internet and this is how I found this forum. I am glad I did, because just posting my feelings makes me feel better.
I expect to be going "medication free" for the next month or so after 8 years of anti-depressants so I'll keep you posted.
