I cried on Friday. I actually properly cried. It’s the first time for ages… I am not sure when I stopped, it seemed to be when I started on Citalopram a year ago, but it may have been since I became seriously depressed. Since then I haven’t cried, I have had a few tears but that is not the same at all.
I’ll tell you how it happened, it was my first ‘group’ on this treatment program, only it wasn’t really a group because it was only me, the support worker, and this other girl/woman (not sure how old she is). It was a disaster to say the least because I didn’t want to talk and even if I had wanted to I couldn’t have done because this girl had just had some news she wasn’t happy with and talked for both of us.
This person is my hero