Girlfriend and i moved in together in a nice little place in Long Beach. I got a job at a non profit organization in south central/downtown LA. I got diagnosed with PTSD. I went through a few depression episodes, i get dumped. Move back in with my parents. Drank for a while, stopped taking my medication, stopped seeing my therapist and doctor, was going on a downward spiral.
One day I wake up and decide I don't want to be depressed, angry and resentful towards the world. I see my doctor, my therapist, and am now taking it one day at a time.
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