I have an appointment tomorrow with my doctor, and as of right now, I think I still have health insurance, so I’m going to ask him what medications he uses with success for other people with depression. If anyone has any suggestions, they’d be greatly appreciated.
My latest job interview was a three hour ordeal with a critical thinking test, a math test, and a spelling test included. No surprise that I didn’t get the job. This is the third interview I’ve had with no success, and it’s just getting old. I know that I must come across as supremely unhappy and inept in these interviews, because that’s the way I feel. I’m just barely managing to get up in the morning and take my kids to camp (my dad paid for it, otherwise, there’d be no way we could afford it). My yard is an absolute mess, and it’s just reflective of how f—d up the lifestyle is of the people living inside.
I just read someone’s comments and one of the ten steps to mental health was to remain socially active, and I’m definitely not doing that. Without work, I feel so isolated, that I have nothing to talk about with even the people that I might call. My poor kids. There’s really nothing anyone can do to help–I just feel like if I were taking the right medication, I’d be more energetic, optimistic, and have the drive to get my family out of this place and back to the town we lived in before we moved here for the job that I quit. Just to have the energy to get up and shower in the morning would be nice.
I talked to my former therapist on the phone, and she recommended that I apply for permanent disability. I guess I just don’t want to admit that I’m unable to work anymore–it feels like such a failure, such a defeat–not to mention not wanting to go through the bureaucratic hoops that it would require (though I’ll admit I don’t even know exactly what they are). At the same time, there’s an extreme amount of pressure on my husband now to support the whole family–with me not working–and I wonder at times how he can stand it, stand me. Sometimes I feel so hopeless that I wish I were dead, or just some mindless organism like a fungi that grows on trees, or an animal–just so I wouldn’t have to think and feel this way.