Posted by patti
on February 9, 2009, 11:28 pm, in reply to "Re: depressed"
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It will be three years in April that I lost my son, and I still can't accept that he is really gone, and I have been just like Debra described herself for all this time now. I don't know what it is to feel joy, to laugh, to care about the future, etc. I work from home, and days and days go by and I don't even leave the house. My husband has to make me go. I could care less what I look like (and I really look bad), but who really cares. I do go to church on Sunday, and even though it always makes me cry, it is the best hour of my week - the only good hour.
I am going to have to face the fact that I need to have some counseling, but I don't have the energy to pickup the phone. I haven't been to my doctor since Bobby died, nor my dentist. I don't care if there is anything wrong with me. I used to feel Bobby's presense close by me all the time, but it has been a while now since I have felt his spirit. Maybe that is why I feel so down.
I am so tired - mentally and physically.
Patti
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