Christmas day is almost over as is another year. And as the year comes to an end I look back at the past year (almost 2 actually) and see how much as changed. Thankfully most has changed for the better.
Last Christmas day I was living with my crazy manipulative abusive bitch of an ex girl friend and her best friend. I was depressed to no end and saw no way out.
Because of my amazing sister (and her two amazing kids and her wonderful husband) I was able to see all the abuse I was going through. And the kind words and staunch friendship of my then not-yet boyfriend helped me through the horrible depression I'd fallen into.
In early February within 3 days my boyfriend and I became 'official' (on Facebook lol. We'd probably been an item for a bit already. :P ) and I moved out of my ex's apartment into my sister's small townhouse. For 6 weeks I slept on the landing at the top of the stairs that was previously and since been the kids playroom.
At the end of March I moved into a room in a townhouse in the ghetto. It's not nice but I could afford it.
This past couple years have been hard and I've suffered from depression like never before but I'm on my own for truly the first time ever. I work full-time at a job I can barely stand and I live on ramen occasionally but because of the shit I've gone through I've been able to give advise and emotional support to friends online going through similar or worse things.
I never thought I'd be in a position to help my roomie (who moved here 2 weeks ago) at night when her depression gets so bad all she wants to do is die.
I have a long way to go but I'd say I've made some progress. I am, without a doubt, a stronger woman then I've ever been. And I'm glad to be able to help those I can.
Last Christmas day I was living with my crazy manipulative abusive bitch of an ex girl friend and her best friend. I was depressed to no end and saw no way out.
Because of my amazing sister (and her two amazing kids and her wonderful husband) I was able to see all the abuse I was going through. And the kind words and staunch friendship of my then not-yet boyfriend helped me through the horrible depression I'd fallen into.
In early February within 3 days my boyfriend and I became 'official' (on Facebook lol. We'd probably been an item for a bit already. :P ) and I moved out of my ex's apartment into my sister's small townhouse. For 6 weeks I slept on the landing at the top of the stairs that was previously and since been the kids playroom.
At the end of March I moved into a room in a townhouse in the ghetto. It's not nice but I could afford it.
This past couple years have been hard and I've suffered from depression like never before but I'm on my own for truly the first time ever. I work full-time at a job I can barely stand and I live on ramen occasionally but because of the shit I've gone through I've been able to give advise and emotional support to friends online going through similar or worse things.
I never thought I'd be in a position to help my roomie (who moved here 2 weeks ago) at night when her depression gets so bad all she wants to do is die.
I have a long way to go but I'd say I've made some progress. I am, without a doubt, a stronger woman then I've ever been. And I'm glad to be able to help those I can.
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