I Feel The Need To Share
Yeah,well,theres a lot of us.I am 47.I nearly died two years ago thanks to my own reckless behavior.I am lucky to be alive.Lucky to have a very young girlfriend.Lucky to have 2 supportive ex wives,great kids and an awesome grandson.A best friend who has stuck by me for 30 years.And every day it is a struggle not to slash my freakin wrists.Everything and I mean EVERYTHING makes me angry.The world around me scares the hell out of me.The fact that I may never work again makes me feel like a burden.My short term memory sucks and I rarely have a day where optimism outweighs depression.I think the only reason I still get up on any given morning is that it would hurt the people I love if I didn't.And I think it sucks that this has to be my impetus to go forward.You are not alone. Grange" Lovely,no?But this was how I was feeling.She wrote me back and sent me a hug and thanks.Hmmm.If ANYONE has any idea of what I am going through would you mind telling me?Thanks

