It now is twenty plus years since my journey began. Attempted suicide using the sleeping medication, “amitriptyline”. Extreme mood swings and a feeling like I was alone, that no one understood what I was going through.
2004 my depression mixed with the grief of my grandmother broke my spirit completely landing in the mental health ward of the local hospital.
For the longest period I was constantly asking the question in my mind, ‘why me’? I was raised to believe that God worked miracles. I still believe it but I had to go back and study the Scripture again. I finally reconciled that God sometimes let us go through trials. I no longer asked the question of why me. God sent help my way in the form of my psychiatrist.
Now I am on the road to recovery accepting the fact that it may take many years. It took over thirty years for things to go off track. I have reached the place I call acceptance. The anger I experienced left when I did accept with what I was going through.
So, I will keep on this road, staying the course determined that I do not want to fall back into the abyss of depression.
If you are like me just keep going on your road to recovery and you will be totally fine.