Several years ago, I was depressed, and I isolated myself. The feeling was one of self-judgment, as if I wasn't doing enough with my life. I felt as if I had no value or contribution to make to others. Friends avoided me since I didn't have anything to contribute. I was simply a human with empty pockets. I frequently felt worthless and deserving of no affection or respect, and I thought no one cared. Which was true; nobody cared.
I felt like I should end my life, but then I glanced at my daughter, who was beginning her first-year university course. I kept myself active. I planned how to get through the depression. I lifted my head high and stated, "No, I will live." Here I am, a happy woman.
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Take care.
You are so strong! Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️