Hi, all. Please pray for me for the following: I am a depression sufferer, and I started on a new pill only a week ago. It can take up to 4 weeks to kick in, and meantime it's tough. I have little motivation, trouble sleeping, just feeling down.
I've been jobless for over a year, and though I send in my resume and friends are helping me by drawing my attention to suitable posts, I almost never get a reply and no interview pans out successfully. I live only from an allowance from my inheritance (my parents passed away in 2017, which was a huge blow to me) and this money is managed by my sister. She is strict because that money won't last forever. And on 23 August her husband passed away, so she's not been in a good place herself.
I made a huge mess of my life after my parents' death, mainly financially. I was SO devastated that I took to drink (which has now stopped for months), and then to top it off, a really great guy came along, I thought he was interested in me, he wasn't, and I was even more devastated.
I am dependent on sleeping aids and another form of benzo , and unfortunately it's an enabling situation; I have a few doctors who are only too happy to dispense whenever I need pills. There are also plenty of pharmacists that dispense pills earlier than they should. I can't sleep without them, and I often abuse them because they induce a mild high that that my anti-depressant doesn't. And because I'm so bored and purposeless and depressed, I've become addicted to sleeping in and of itself, having nothing constructive to do.
I'm a mess, and I have no money for rehab or even just a psychiatrist. State-funded help where I live is an absolute disaster. It's filthy, the staff are untrained... I live by myself and I often feel lonely, but it's like I don't want company, really, either. My sister is a good person and I love her and I attend Church with her on Sundays, but she has a very non-empathetic personality and so I can't cry on her shoulder when I'm depressed. She just doesn't understand the illness, even though she must understand grief because she lost her husband. She's one of those "chin up, bootstraps" people.
My parents were fantastic at comforting me and looking after me. Perhaps they indulged me too much, because I'm now 34 and I don't know how to function like a proper adult in terms of financial management, self-control, etc. But there's a history; my parents were actually my adoptive parents, because my biological parents were never in my life and everybody felt sorry for me. My mother died in a car accident when I was 3 months old and my father abandoned/abused me. I grew up an indulged only child, and because I sustained some minor brain damage as a result of the accident, I've done messed-up things (such as shoplifting despite being taught it's wrong) as a result of something wrong with the lobes in my brain that has to regulate normal functioning and impulse control.
I consider myself a born-again Christian, but I sure don't behave like one. I pray a lot, I attend Church most Sundays, I try to good for the needy though I myself am suffering, but I am SO depressed that it hardly matters. Please pray for me. I am going to see my doctor today to hear about a better anti-depressant.
Please pray for me in all these regards. I'm teetering on the edge of feeling like I don't want to live anymore.
I've been jobless for over a year, and though I send in my resume and friends are helping me by drawing my attention to suitable posts, I almost never get a reply and no interview pans out successfully. I live only from an allowance from my inheritance (my parents passed away in 2017, which was a huge blow to me) and this money is managed by my sister. She is strict because that money won't last forever. And on 23 August her husband passed away, so she's not been in a good place herself.
I made a huge mess of my life after my parents' death, mainly financially. I was SO devastated that I took to drink (which has now stopped for months), and then to top it off, a really great guy came along, I thought he was interested in me, he wasn't, and I was even more devastated.
I am dependent on sleeping aids and another form of benzo , and unfortunately it's an enabling situation; I have a few doctors who are only too happy to dispense whenever I need pills. There are also plenty of pharmacists that dispense pills earlier than they should. I can't sleep without them, and I often abuse them because they induce a mild high that that my anti-depressant doesn't. And because I'm so bored and purposeless and depressed, I've become addicted to sleeping in and of itself, having nothing constructive to do.
I'm a mess, and I have no money for rehab or even just a psychiatrist. State-funded help where I live is an absolute disaster. It's filthy, the staff are untrained... I live by myself and I often feel lonely, but it's like I don't want company, really, either. My sister is a good person and I love her and I attend Church with her on Sundays, but she has a very non-empathetic personality and so I can't cry on her shoulder when I'm depressed. She just doesn't understand the illness, even though she must understand grief because she lost her husband. She's one of those "chin up, bootstraps" people.
My parents were fantastic at comforting me and looking after me. Perhaps they indulged me too much, because I'm now 34 and I don't know how to function like a proper adult in terms of financial management, self-control, etc. But there's a history; my parents were actually my adoptive parents, because my biological parents were never in my life and everybody felt sorry for me. My mother died in a car accident when I was 3 months old and my father abandoned/abused me. I grew up an indulged only child, and because I sustained some minor brain damage as a result of the accident, I've done messed-up things (such as shoplifting despite being taught it's wrong) as a result of something wrong with the lobes in my brain that has to regulate normal functioning and impulse control.
I consider myself a born-again Christian, but I sure don't behave like one. I pray a lot, I attend Church most Sundays, I try to good for the needy though I myself am suffering, but I am SO depressed that it hardly matters. Please pray for me. I am going to see my doctor today to hear about a better anti-depressant.
Please pray for me in all these regards. I'm teetering on the edge of feeling like I don't want to live anymore.
