My father died on Thanksgiving some years ago. It was a semi-suicide brought on by mistreatment by other family members. In my better moods I cheerfully think of it as him ruining one last holiday with his death but today I'm not in a cheerful mood. Holidays are beginning and so is my traditional holiday depression.
The last few years I've been able to deal with it by keeping active but I am now barely able to move, even with pain killers which the US gov. has now made it very difficult for me to get.
I'm having to say goodbye to Sugar, whom I took in as a small puppy about six months ago. She is just too much for me to handle. She'll go to a good home.
Wish I could stop crying. I guess the good news is that I don't want to die, no risk of suicide. I just wish I felt better.
katie
