Taking to the streets ...

All 55 years, my husband and I have owned a nice house - not fancy - but adequate.
There have been some problems and I don't know how much longer we can afford
our rent. Financial Crisis is right!
I can't work because of Chronic Pain.
My husband can't work because of back problems and more.
We do not know a soul to borrow money from - not that I would.
What I want to say is this:

I am very very Depressed. I am going to my fairly new psychiatrist tomorrow.
I take one Celexa for Depression and that sure isn't doing the job. Is there an
anti-depressant that would work? I need a generic one obviously. My insurance
will pay for those.

I feel slow. I walk slow. Talk slow. Think slow. I am mad at people. Why shouldn't
I be?

I met a woman today and she spent two of my hours telling me about the fine
restaurants in towns, her trips, her big fun family. More. Sure, she was a bore but
why do I bring this out in people.

What should I tell my Psychiatrist? Last visit I said I was Depressed and he said
I was Depressed because of the weather. We need Spring and flowers and sun, he said.
Oh cra pol a! It's true we need that but the weather inside me is so bad, so dark,
so heavy.

I don't think there's any help for me. I'm not a church goer and I almost feel
like apologizing for that.

Pamela

Karen,
Thanks, I will mention Effexor to my psychiatrist. I will find our how much Abilify
costs. And maybe try that too.

The woman who talked at me for two hours wasn't exactly bragging. I think she
was just trying to make a good impression so that i'd like her. She didn't quite
get the routine down right but I think down deep she may feel a lot like I do.

Karen, you're a smart girl. You know our human spirits and souls - especially when
we're lost. Do you have special training? You talk like a GOOD psychologist.

Actually my good days come and go and my bad days come and go. It's so good
to come here and have an answer - to have someone who understands. Really.

p.s. My husband and I didn't own a house for 55 years. (That's my age! We owned
the house about 25 years). And I'll be darned if I'm gonna spout out my
true weight.

Ok ... I gotta go get dressed for the doc. Hope he understands.

And, by the way Karen, How are YOU?

Pamela