The low points of my my life were:
15, when I missed about half the school year due to physical and mental health issues.
18-30, when I was suffering from untreated depression.
Late 30s to mid 40s weren't great either. Then there's the Great Bedbug Fiasco of Aught Nine, which took me a few years to recover from psychologically.
Since being on ADs, there's been a floor of depression that I never sink below, but I've still had to deal with depression a lot--usually when whatever pills I'm taking wear off and I have to switch to something else. But I don't always recognize when I've reached that point. I can go years where I'm basically just existing where nothing much excites me.
I have Fleetwood Mac running through head.
Revenge:
Aw, poor Sammy! Nolan better not be dead; he's one of the more interesting characters on the show.
My mid 30s would be better if I could have back some of the physical health (mostly in terms of lack of pain) that I had in my 20s, but I still wouldn't trade that time for this time.
sj,
Revenge:
ain't no way Nolan is dead. But the poor fool is always getting tied up and beat up. He needs a proper revenge sensei because even I knew he was
being set up.
Thanks guys. I was in Williamsburg last night, and seeing all the young, pretty people reminded me of what I missed out on. Combined with yesterday’s therapy session, it felt like a gut punch.
le nubian:
Revenge
Nolan also needs a better security system. He's certainly rich enough and supposedly a tech genius.
Ugh, Tommyrot, that is so familiar.
I was in Williamsburg last night, and seeing all the young, pretty people reminded me of what I missed out on. Combined with yesterday’s therapy session, it felt like a gut punch.
Gah. And that.
Hugs and sympathy to you both.
I was in Williamsburg last night, and seeing all the young, pretty people reminded me of what I missed out on.
I can relate (except for the part about being in Williamsburg).
Speaking of being as old as you feel, I am spending the weekend in a farmhouse in the country with nine other people (mostly about a decade younger than me), a lot of board games, and ridiculous amounts of booze. I am looking forward to it, but the is a fairly loud voice in my head saying "I am too old for this shit" and I am not even there yet.
I am only comforted by the fact that I can leave early if I want and there's wifi.
