I've been struggling with deep depression for awhile now. Depression isn't knew to me, but for some reason this feels different. In the past, I was able to find ways to cope like walking, listening to music, reading or talking to a friend. This time, I can't seem to find a way to help myself. I've been on anti depressive medication for ages, dr has raised my dose a few times. I did talk to my dr about seeing someone from psychosocial recently. They will be in touch soon.
When I lost my sweet Ginger girl last Father's Day I felt very sad for months. On Christmas Eve 2017 we adopted a two year old rescue dog from Tennessee. She's a fearful little soul, but what a little beauty. I started to feel better after we got Sasha and things were good for awhile. So grateful for her and she's definitely great therapy, but I'm still depressed.
It's been almost 6 years since I was diagnosed with stage 3c ovarian cancer. My cancer is incurable and I have accepted that. Still scares the shite out of me though.
Here is a photo of my baby girl Sasha.