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Let’s talk depression. First of all anyone can be depressed. It has no respect of person. When you have stop having interest in you hobbies goals or the things that truly bring you joy, this is a sign. When you just want to sleep all the time. You keep the lights off and the blinds closed for days on end. That’s a sign. Feeling worthless, unwanted and lost. That’s a sign. If you have ever thought everyone would be better off without you. That’s is depression.
We need to talk!
We need to talk. In a world that wants everyone to get there s#$@ together, we must truly understand that some need help with this more than others.
We are not the same. We were not raise the same. We didn’t experience the same things. You never know who’s healed, who’s broken or who’s completely shattered. But we need to care. Point Blank. If you can’t care maybe you need to be healed as well. And that’s ok. Because I care. ~salvationafterhiv~
I Feel like sharing. I am almost all the way done with my clinic. They have expanded and it is crazy. The first rate one on one care you use to get is just disappearing. I hate it. Going to the this doctor office well appointment you looked forward to because they new you. They cared. Now you are shuffled like a number and taking interest in the patient’s life is not even relevant. But I guest that just business. I have missed appointments where as I use to make sure I was here. Now as long as I have my meds I am good. The faces have changed so much and also many times I feel like a new patient every visit. Now with COVID and mask you don’t know who you are talking to anyway.
What it use to be…
Are you eating right? How’s the Kid’s? You still singing? Talking about things that mattered to you. This was clinic appointment and therapy that made you want to hold on and fight to live. There use to be groups. Women’s Group. Where we could talk about our go through a and all of that. Now just an appointment.
Salvation After HIV/AIDS 