not with AIDS, not with Cancer, but with a mental illness. Enough that my Doctor has ordered me not to work and applied me for disability.
Depression is just as real as AIDS, just as real a diabeties, and with the sucidial thoughts I get can kill me just as real as any other fatal diease. But you apparently don't care and tell me that I am not sick, and that there is no illness like depression and the other mental illnesses that I have.
I apologized, but that is not good enough for you apparently. You see, I cannot even try and stop it without at least one of you messing with me.
I am sorry to hear about your friends with AIDS, it depresses me even more to hear that. But not much I can do about it except pray for them. That is if you believe in a God like I do.
I've had my depression for 30 years now and it keeps getting worse. I've seen friends and family around me get sick and die. My best friend blew his brains out in May 31st, 1999 [link|http://www.geocities.com/meredith_mike2002/|http://www.geocities.com/meredith_mike2002/] because his depression was just as real as mine is. Except instead of using a razor blade like I did, he chose to use a shotgun. Maybe I should have chose the shotgun, and then maybe all of you would have been nicer to me after I am dead. Not that I could read it, but at least maybe you thickheads would understand the seriousness of my illness and not try to compare it to others?