Memoirs: Living with depression
Have you ever felt as if the world has collapsed and there is no possible way that things are not going to improve? If so, you probably come face to face with some of the terms of the harsh realities oppressive. Hard as life can trigger an episode of what everyone likes to call "depression." In the following paragraphs you will not find a story full of facts and "what to do." In its place is the story of how I came to live with depression, and conquered. I believe that if all the stories parts of our experience we can learn important information from others. So do not hesitate to read on.
My childhood was full of chaos, as I struggled to do what life should be like a child, of course. I spent many years on the road with my mother. He loved to bounce from man to man. Before I had the opportunity to meet the guy who went and found a different man. Before I had the opportunity to establish a relationship with my friends I was moving to another site with all the new people. I do not remember a majority of my childhood, except for what my mother told me. Even then I still feel like I'm the whole story. Maybe it's better that I do not know these things. Time passed and eventually came to a place of rest. My mother was with another man when he was back with my biological father. Later, over the relationship between her and the other man and came back with my biological father. We stayed there through the extension of my adolescence. Disorders that have developed in recent years has involved me emotionally neglected. My father beat me, I met the wrong people, I started to use drugs to relieve pain around. After struggling with my high school years in this regard, intimidated, and really has no friends, I decided that was enough. He was sick and tired of all the bull. So I found my ticket out. I enlisted. Which has been a great experience, until I started to make bad decisions. I went to do drugs again, or relieve the pain of being alone in a world of fear I knew nothing. This is what I like to call the transition phase of my life. I kept making bad decisions, and finally took me to jail for six months. That was six months long and difficult, because it was far from being the only woman in my life that mattered and our wonderful son. Although he had suffered 5 rehabs drug and alcohol treatment of depression, violence and treatment of speech. None of which was equal to 6 months imprisonment. E 'was there that I realized that I was worthy of being loved. I found God and decided to continue fighting for my freedom. Since then, I supported the drug and I feel like my life is on track. I have been clean of all substances for about three years and will never return to old habits. If I can make it through all that, well, then I can make it through anything in life. So now, instead of sour taste of lemons that life hands me, I make lemonade them.
The moral of this story is that you can get from the ashes of life. No hole is too large to exit. No obstacle is too great. Where there's a will there's a way. I think if you keep your head up and focus on what you want from life and not lose touch with who you are, you're going to do great things. One day you will look at everyone and calls himself survivor.
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