Hello, I'm Hilary and I am depressed. That's taken me a long time to admit to myself. It's not surprising really. I come from a family that has depression all over the place. I didn't want to be part of that crowd. Not that I thought I was better than that. I was in survival … Continue reading Coming out of the dark
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Is happiness a thing?
I woke up at 330 this morning. Thinking. Thinking about the apartment I moved out of a few months ago. I had lived there for 17 years. That's a long time! I was wondering in my half asleep mind why I wasn't mourning the move more than I had. I did cry once the place … Continue reading Is happiness a thing?
Hoarding
"Hello, my name is Hilary and I am a recovering hoarder." I've watched the show "hoarders", and have friends who are also. But I never seriously considered myself to be one until March 2018, when I had to move out of the 2 bedroom apartment I had lived in for 17 years. Now, realistically speaking, … Continue reading Hoarding
Depression is a shadow thief
I know what depression is from a clinical stand-point and from my parents battling this insidious creature, but I, in my naiveté, thought I was immune from the serious level that my parents lived at. I was wrong. Hugely wrong. When my friend Bill passed away in July of 1997, I was bereft. I had … Continue reading Depression is a shadow thief
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