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We are together in our depression. Sharing our pain and our journies could help another. I know that hearing all your stories helps me. My loss was over 50 years ago, but the amount of time doesn't matter. Your journey, your experiences, is what could possibly help someone else who is depressed. My depression and anxiety is a neurological disorder and it is fed by neurological deficiencies, so I cannot always keep myself from "going into the darkness", but I try, and some don't understand that. I think we need to keep listening and sharing. I know that I need it. The loss of my husband was just the beginning of my depression journey. I seem to have had a life of trauma. I have always been a fighter, but the fight is really hard anymore. Knowing, hearing what other have gone through, are going through, reminds me that I still need to fight, if I can.
Thank you all.
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Yo say. "Knowing, hearing what other have gone through, are going through, reminds me that I still need to fight, if I can."

with three ups and downs in my 80 yr life uprooting and settling often starting from bottom, the will to live on comes from the realisation that this. too. is LIFE ...and some get what's even what's more trying.
And yes, the people around us change or die -- and always have -- but there is also always no less reason to find some flicker of joy.

It's the mew-call from cat who wants to rough-house even tho I just played turning his 18 yr frame around on floor and make him jump twice from kitchen sink.

So the source for me is not 'To Fight" but to find where next little surprise lurks. Have you seen the new fall leaves already emerging from their summer slumber-of-green eager to show off their new dazzlng dress? The fallen cones on the ground bid you to kick them releasing a sudden nimbleness in your body.

I remember the the last lines of The Great Gatsby, tomorrow wll be ... oars against the currents....
Bon Voyage friend