Posted by johnnyjohn on January 31, 2002, at 20:27:36
Why were we chosen as the ones to suffer? Why must I endure days on end of depression and anxiety? Instead of spending my time with hobbies, family, career as others do, I spend it with psychiatrist, social workers, pharmacists. I spend it trying to fix my brain. Oh, just to feel again .... to laugh, cry, love, daydream. No, just pain. This is the path God has chosen for me. Why I was chosen, will never know. Why I would trade my life for just one normal year of existence, just one year.
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