Misery

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By Anonymous

I married my second husband in September 1998. Everything was ok until October 1999 when I fell at work, fracturing my spine. For 11 years I suffered from various pains and depression. It wasn’t until I moved, my father dying, and suffering yet increased pain and tiredness that I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia.

The pain I can deal with but the depression is awful. I have lost myself. I do not want to go out and see people even though I know it is better for me if I do. I cannot concentrate on my hobbies and it is harder to talk about it than people think because I don’t want to inflict my sadness on others. I cry at the drop of a hat and it doesn’t help when your family don’t really understand or help. It makes me feel very lonely and trapped. Unfortunately for me anti-depressants haven’t worked and some have made me even worse. I have to learn that I will always have depression and that there are times when it will be worse than others and just try and deal with it as best as I can.

I thank my husband for being so patient with me as he has had to deal with this too all our married life. However, it has impacted on his health at times too but we still struggle together.