Hard to live

Just another day of me crying through my TMS. Why is it so hard for me to live? I’m not blind to my privilege ( I’m white, have health insurance, food and housing, people who love me) which makes me feel even more guilty.

I’m sure these blog posts are becoming redundant but I guess I want people to know that depression doesn’t go away just because you go to therapy, or take medication(s), or use other methods of treatment. Treatment resistant depression can mean that at any moment, things that work, will no longer work for me. It’s terrifying.

My ketamine infusion is next.

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