Stories of Hope
Almost at the Winning Post
1981. That's when it all started, angry at someone? Angry at something? Angry at nothing? Drinking, tablets, cutting then back to drinking, tablets but thankfully not back to cutting. Not exactly sure why though. My doctor, bless him, did not know what to do. Antidepressant after antidepressant, counseling after counseling, finally PROZAC. A miracle or what! I just can't say? I have not cut myself in almost four years, even though sometimes I have come pretty close. Anyway, good luck to any current sufferers and maybe, hopefully not far from now, you too can post a similar sort of message.