I so hate depression. I hate also, not being on my meds. But, when you can't afford them, what do you do?
I miss not having a home of my own. I miss my family, meaning James, Chris and Celia. I love Maranda and the girls, but we have never been close.
The evenings are the hardest. There isn't anyone to talk to or be with, just my thoughts, and they lead to the past and the regrets of the past.
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