It’s been a little over a year since the events that landed me in that hell hole of a hospital. Some are really good, positive changes. Some are very hard and painful but had to be made to preserve my sanity. A lot of people in my life, including family members made the choice to consistently remind me that they possess no ability whatsoever to show compassion. I truly don’t believe that realize that they came very close to losing me forever. Perhaps they just didn’t care. I don’t know, either way I can’t let their ignorance weigh me down any further.
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Letting go can be one of the most difficult decisions you have to make in your life. Especially when it comes to people in your life that you so desperately want to care about. When you finally come to the realization that they don’t care for you nearly on the level that you care for them, you find yourself systematically following through with the stages of grief.
I am 40 years old, and I have been happily married for 12 years. I come from a large family, but lost my mom in 2008 and one of my brother's in 2011. I don't have any kids, but we do have cats. My full time business is pet sitting, so I spend a lot of time with animals. I have suffered from depression since I was very young, but started noticing symptoms in high school.