This morning I saw a lady with a scooter and a lot and oh bags sleeping at the bus stop. It made me really emotional and I started reflecting. The end of the year is definitely not favorite time of year, even with my birthday, Thanksgiving and Christmas. In September 2013, I was finally diagnosed with Narcolepsy after years of trying to find answers and fighting to keep a job. It was also the time I was told by my doctor that with the severity of my symptoms, I would probably never be able to hold a job full-time. Up until that time I still has hope that once I knew what was wrong with me, it could be fixed. By the next year, November 2014, I had been combination of meds and my depression had reached its darkest levels. I couldn't keep a job. I felt like a failure as a parent. I just didn't want to be here anymore. After a few days of being intubated in ICU after an overdose, I voluntarily committed myself where I spent a week in the psych ward. Honestly, the experience was r
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