Depression has been a part of my life since I was a little girl. I'm so tired of fighting it. It's really bad today. I feel as though an imaginary weight has settled in my chest. It's an effort to breathe and my heart feels weighed down. All I want to do is sleep, get away from the problems around me. Hubby lost a job, but the bills got higher. Daughter getting married, turning into a Bridezilla. Flashbacks from the past getting more frequent. DID stealing more chunks of my time, doing God knows what. Nothing worth living for. Everyone wants a piece of me. Can't they see there are no pieces left? They demand I stick around, and then accuse me of being selfish for wants to leave. Depends on your point of view, doesn't it?