Mine... would be clinical depression (apparently with dependent, avoidant, and borderline personality factors but--thankfully--not full-blown disorders). I'm trying to deal, I really am. The meds help, and today, I really am fine as long as I'm not given reason to stress out. It's just that ordinary life includes so many utterly terrifying things.
Admittedly, sometimes I feel like I'm just lazy next to people who have "real problems," like relatives with cancer (one died in the past year; the other was diagnosed with a severe cancer and is now doing all right due to a very harsh chemo regimen), or some of the people on this thread.
I do hope to eventually become well enough to take care of a home or manage a part-time job, even if I'm never completely independent.
Hippiegirl: our disabilities are different, but I do know what it's like to play the pill-roulette game, experimenting with different medicines and cocktails and what-have-you to find out what one or what precise combination works. It is a bitch and a half and definitely a game I wouldn't miss if I never had to play it again.
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