And one more quick post.

[ladydrace]

I realized something yesterday which left me stunned for a while.

Thinking back on it, my recurring depression has only been around while I lived at my previous address. Before then I had some other issues, but nothing that required medical attention. I didn't need meds or psychotherapy before I moved there. And within a moth of moving, the depression was as good as gone.

I. Am. Gobsmacked.

I still have a personality disorder, but that's something you can live with. As long as it feels like life isn't actually the blackest and most pointless shit ever invented, then you can keep moving. You can do things. You can live.

Using my depression icon hopefully for the last time ever.

Comments

[biggelois]

Huh! That's odd. Makes me almost believe in the Feng-Shui stuff. Bad vibes in your old place.

I'm so happy to hear you've perked up. Things seem to look up as well.

::hugs::

[ladydrace]

I'm personally more inclined to believe it might be toxins in the ground or something, since that whole area is built on old industrial ground. Back in the 80s or something. And I don't expect their methods of testing for harmful substances were quite that good then.

[biggelois]

That's nasty! I'm glad you got out in time, before the glowing in the dark began.

[ladydrace]

Drace smaaaaaaash!