It feels weird, so weird. I was abused by my exhusband and since I left him, I ve been treated from severe depression.It has been my 3rd year. Last year I finally gave up suicidal thoughts, things got a bit better. I have a job, work on Master Degree, finally started dreaming again. But ... I am not interested in simple things like shopping, reading, going out with friends. It seems so senseless. I like to be useful. Even with my busy schedule I applied for volunteer's position in Domestic Violence Intervention Center and hopefully will start soon. I started learning French. I tutor Russian. I like things like that. I want to be useful. It feels liek depression backs off when my mind is busy. But...people around me think I am weird, they dont understand me, their lives are about other stuff: children, families, romance books, etc. Mine is about education, personal growth, helping people. I know they dont understand me but i do not want to change myself to fit their tastes.But i hate not to be understood...
Also, I recently got off Elavil (successfully too), but still on Lexapro - cant get off this one... yet...