by Liliana <xena.w@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
>
Jun 4, 2008 at 07:24 PM
On May 31, 4:23=A0am, gloria...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
wrote:
> Going on 8 months since my Son passed--feeling very tired, just want to
> sleep the week away. =A0Realized its depression. =A0thought I was "doing
s=
o
> well".
>
> Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.
I remember sleeping in the basement for a year and crawling upstairs
for food my mother would leave in the kitchen. I couldn't wait for
evening when everything was dark, and everyone else was sleeping. I
hated the activity of the outside world. I remember going to the mall
for the first time after my son died, to get a picture of him engraved
on a necklace. I felt like I was getting out of a coma, and couldn't
understand how the people around me could look so happy and the world
seemed so normal.
