Living with Depression

I had my first marriage in August of 1980. You think you would be the Betty Crocker of the kitchen and your husband would be like Ozzie Nelson, and you would sit around the table and have dinner. But, that did not happen with me. There were no white picket fences. I got physically abused for 14 years. It took my 13 year old son, and my 3 year old daughter to convince me we should leave, because we would never get out of there alive! I took my kids and me out of that house. We came to a little town where my parents lived and I had grown up in and had gone to school there. My kids and I stayed with my parents and then we moved into a girls house who I went to school with back in second grade, and I started to go to the local mental health facility because I could not sleep at night. I kept seeing my soon to be ex standing over the bed and choking me to death! It was scary, and the counselor at the mental health got me in to see their dr. and he put me on medication and I was only on trazadone at night. To this day I am still on trazadone at night, and in the morning I am on lexapro, and I thank God every day! I can rest easier now, but don’t think that there are days that I don’t get depressed, because there are, they just aren’t so bad anymore!