Hi everyone,
I have suffered from depression and morbid obesity for many years. At least 35 years. I just turned 51 last month. I'm sure I've taken just about every anti-depressant out there. Right now I'm on Cymbalta and have been taking that for about six months now. Nothing seems to work.
I just don't care about much of anything anymore. I spend at least 2/3 of everyday in bed. Don't even ask me about my housecleaning. Or exercise. I can't even hardly make it out of bed. My husband is a truckdriver and spends weeks at a time out on the road. I see him maybe 4-5 times a year. I love him with all my heart and I don't doubt his love for me for a second. He just cries sometimes and says he doesn't know if he can watch me killing myself. And still I eat and eat and eat. My health is getting worse and worse.
Sometimes I wonder what's the use. I have no hope. Don't worry. I'm not thinking suicide at all. Too scared to think about that. Besides, it goes against my faith. I just wish that something good could happen so I could see a glimmer of hope, a reason for trying again. I only have one more "again" left in me. That's the reason I'm here looking for support.
Thank you for listening to me.

this is a great place for support.

