You know, I deal with depression (I don't "suffer" from it because suffering is a choice) and 90% of the time anti-depressants work very well but on the days they don't it is a struggle. Still, I figure if I wallow in misery it'll just last longer and who wants that. Counting blessings does work. So does a good workout, working with my dogs, doing an art project, looking at pictures of my family, scrubbing the bathtub, working in the yard and listening to the chatter of my chickens while they scratch through the soil looking for worms, grubs and bugs, taking a walk with my goats, and well, you get the picture. I don't know it's always seemed too self-indulgent to sit around dwelling on "my" issues. The hole always gets blacker and deeper when I do. I HATE feeling helpless more than I hate depression and allowing myself to be sucked in would be giving up too much control. This old person seems more angry and resentful then depressed...the world OWES her and she's going to try to make everyone around her as miserable as she is. She talks about needing a opportunity but I wonder if she ever considered how many may have slipped away because of her negative attitude. Nobody wants to be around that 8 hours a day when there are people with the same training who are genuinely fun to work with. I mean does anyone really believe she'd suddenly become Ms. Happypants? She'd still find stuff to bitch about...every second of the day.
Cindie