smuzetta
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Thank you Jude, and Edda for your responses to me. I've still got a long story to tell, but can't in just one post. This one is about Sharon, and all of us who have suffered a physical disease called "depression". I have a neice who has bipolar disorder, and a nephew with the same thing. They are children of 2 different sisters of mine (I'm the oldest of 4). I remember at the age of 4 having the "croup" cough, and my mom, whom I do love, told me to clean up my room. I said "no", and got slapped for it. Once is all it took for me to be scared of the word "no". I think that is when it began in me. I felt like it I didn't listen to "no", that meant I wasn't loved, and would be abandoned. Later, I had my tonsils removed. I remember clinging to my dad's neck, and not wanting him to let me go. But he did. I remember after the surgery, being angry. I felt abandoned, and lonely. I had nightmares, which I can describe some other time. I became bonded to animals from that point on. It's like they listened to me, taught me, and loved me unconditonally. To this day, my mom doesn't understand why I love the bunnies with me, and they can make "messes", and need to be kept clean to remain healthy. I read an essay, after I started doing research about bunnies on the internet. It was from a shelter in Singapore (go figure). It is about compassion fatigue. Whether you're taking care of a family member, with no one else helping, or a disabled, or older pet, with the compassion you feel for them, you do get fatigued. Fatigue is also a sign of depression. My mom has told me that "energy begets energy", and my response to her was that "fatigue begets fatigue". I know that a 10 minute walk, helps clear your mind, and that was a "new year resolution" of mine. I've done it maybe twice this year. I know Sharon is a compassionate person, who is literally fatigued. I know it for sure. Been there, done that, and didn't even get a tee-shirt for it (a joke) But my point is, that once you recognize this about yourself, you are the only one that can help yourself : first, acknowledge it; second, try to find a solution that works. I'm a medical technologist by college degree, but my passion is painting and drawing. I've seen other posts from people about finding a hobby. I love to paint, but have been avoiding it, and why, I don't know. I was even accepted by an art gallery in the town I live in, but couldn't afford the dues, so I quit. Since then, they have closed. We were not a close bunch of people, anyway. But I do know that when I paint, draw, I get the surreal feeling of being out of the troubles that have invaded my life. It's a great option! I will post more about me, and my family woes, but I know I am not alone. None of us are alone, even though we may feel lonely. One good thing about living by myself with bunnies as companions, is that I never knew I would treasure the peace, the solitude, the serenity of being with just me. I hope Sharon will respond to all of you that care for her, including me. I can tell from the posts, that in some way, subconciously, she does know she has friends, and is loved. She is to me, a very compassionate person, To Sharon: no one is "rubbish", or unwanted, or un-loved. We all are the person we are meant to be. Please consider me as a friend, from across the pond. !!!
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