Yesterday, I met with my counselor for an hour. I started last month after coming to a point where it was obvious I needed help. Today, it's been 6 weeks since I've started taking 50 mg of sertraline daily. I've kept it a secret except from my immediate family, because I've been ashamed that I couldn't take care of things myself. I do think it's helping my control my mood extremes. I want my family & friends to be around me, not step back because I'm obnoxiously friendly or brooding. I've been both. I wonder if I'm bipolar. I am trying to trust in God more, ask Him to help me when I can't seem to function...
One thing I'm doing is devoting more time to things I like to do. I plan to read this book. And just finished this one (below) last night! It was written beautifully, set about 100 years ago, about sisters who were neglected as young girls and are now old women...
One of the best things a friend said to me is "You are not alone." We all struggle.
The paradox of the homeless.
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“Christmas is built upon a beautiful and intentional paradox; that the
birth of the homeless should be celebrated in every home.” -G.K. Chesterton
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