The perfect bad ending to the perfect bad day.

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7. I spent almost all of last year in my bed

I quit my meds and burrowed in. I went to a different medical facility. We tried Amatriptyline.I went to that after the SSRI, trial. I couldn't stand it. SSRI's do something bad to my insides. I retched, felt nauseous all the time, I pooped 6-7 times a day. I stayed on it 2 years waiting to adjust to it. I'd been having troubles at work and cried in the Dr's office. Celexa was his answer.
I can't tolerant the depression drugs. I'm now on disability and depression is part of it.
I started arthritis water classes at the Y this summer.
3 times a week. I stared feeling much better. Started going 45 minutes down to my deceased mothers home to wash walls and paint. I did it from July to October. I quit exercising cuz I was working pretty hard and sweating off the pounds. I accomplished some improvments but when I couldn't push anymore I fallen back to staying in bed. My experiment making friends in GLBT was a total fail and bit me in the ass. Kicked back the feeling of being a little kid who doesn't have the right clothing or circumstances to be accepted by the cool kids.