I’m still here. I’m still on Nardil, yet I still struggle. There are ups and downs, good times and bad. But, the voices associated with anxiety and depression are turned WAY down. They’re no longer in control.
A friend died earlier this week. After several attempts, she made it permanent with a hand gun and a lot of pills. I don’t know where she is now, but I do know the pain for her is gone. I miss her. She was one of the good ones. She fought too damn hard to be where she’s at now. I’m not mad at her. I just miss her. I really miss her.
I’m in a better place (albeit, a very different place) now too, dealing with the struggle a day at a time. I hope you are too, my friend.