My Bro...

Thanks for sharing this about yourself, Bro. James.
You had a great deal of courage to reach out for help and for going to see a doctor.
I am so glad that taking the Paxil helps you with
the panic attacks.
Love to you,
Jess

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“Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.” - Dr. Seuss

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Winterdog wrote: In the Summer of 1999, my previous wife of 26 years died suddenly of Lukemia. I have been married since I was 18, and am not used to being alone. After the funeral, I went home, it was just me and my 2 doggies. I had been her caretaker from 1990 on, it was not really a marriage, I was doing my duty. She had Arthritis, diabetes, and a few other things. She took so many pills that she was out of it a lot of the time. We slept in seperate rooms. I prepared her meals, gave shots and whatever else I could do. That first day after I took the dogs out as usual, they didn't know. I was depressed. I spent the next 16 months in the house, only going out for food. A few times I ventured further, but developed panic attacks when trapped in traffic. One day in a left turn lane a bus pulled up on my right, I wanted to jump out of the car and run. I stayed home, took a nap in a dark room. One day at the end of the 16 months I received a summons to jury duty, I freaked out, I could not do that. My solution was to kill myself. I realized after a couple of days I needed help. I called my step grandson and asked him to come and help me, he did. We went to the hospital, they gave me something to calm down. They recommended a Dr. to help me, she was a shrink. They set up an appointment, I had to have a friend take me. She gave me Paxil twice a day. I took my medicine as prescribed, soon I begin to feel somewhat better. One day I ventured out for breakfast, I met Rita, Thank god I met her, she saved me and now I have some symptons, but not many. I still take the Paxil. Depression can kill you, Reach out..it is the only way to be saved. James

THANK YOU JAMES FOR SHARING YOUR LIFE WITH US AND I AM GLAD YOU WERE ABLE TO SEE THAT YOU NEEDED SOME HELP. ITS VERY ROUGH TO SAY THE LEAST WHEN YOU HAVE BEEN MARRIED THAT LONG AND THEN YOU LOSE YOUR MATE NO MATTER UNDER WHAT CIRCUMSTANCES . I GLAD YOU GOT HELP , I DONT TAKE ANY MEDS FOR MY BOUTS WITH DEPRESSION AT THIS TIME BUT I KNOW IN THE FUTURE I WILL AT SOME POINT .SOME PEOPLE DONT SEEK HELP OR KNOW WHERE TO FIND IT BUT I AM GLAD I CAN COME IN HERE AND BE ABLE TO TALK TO YOU ALL AND VENT AND SHARE MY FEELINGS WITH EVERYONE . YOU AND RITA HAVE SUPPORTED ME GREATLY IN ALL OF MY BOO BOOS I MAKE IT AND THAT SHOWS ME WHAT WONDERFUL PEOPLE YOU ARE .
THANK YOU JAMES

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My dear friend James.
Thank you for sharing your story. I know the feelings and things that happened around you are so much deeper than you can express in writting but I can't explain how much it means to me that you spoke up. I think the world just expects us women to be depressed or have problems but they have placed the expectations on men to never say anything as it might show weakness. All of us who know you know this is NOT the case and how strong you really are. I, for one, thank God that He allowed our paths to meet and am so grateful to have you call me your friend. I know you work hard on Boomer as well as all the things you do and you support us all. Rita has a wonderful man who supports her and wants the best for her and for that she is lucky. I know some people have taken your support and eagerness to help the wrong way and that is so much their loss as you have always been so kind to me and I like that you say what you think, LOL. Because you are a man maybe some just take it the wrong way but I know that whatevr you try to do it is always in the best interest of the other person. I guess the bottom line is, I just think you, and Rita, are just awsome and I love you so.
Even when I do not get on here so much know you are always in my thoughts. Thank you for just being you.
Always My Friend,
Debbie

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In the Summer of 1999, my previous wife of 26 years died suddenly of Lukemia. I have been married since I was 18, and am not used to being alone. After the funeral, I went home, it was just me and my 2 doggies. I had been her caretaker from 1990 on, it was not really a marriage, I was doing my duty. She had Arthritis, diabetes, and a few other things. She took so many pills that she was out of it a lot of the time. We slept in seperate rooms. I prepared her meals, gave shots and whatever else I could do.

That first day after I took the dogs out as usual, they didn't know. I was depressed. I spent the next 16 months in the house, only going out for food. A few times I ventured further, but developed panic attacks when trapped in traffic. One day in a left turn lane a bus pulled up on my right, I wanted to jump out of the car and run. I stayed home, took a nap in a dark room.

One day at the end of the 16 months I received a summons to jury duty, I freaked out, I could not do that. My solution was to kill myself. I realized after a couple of days I needed help.

I called my step grandson and asked him to come and help me, he did. We went to the hospital, they gave me something to calm down. They recommended a Dr. to help me, she was a shrink. They set up an appointment, I had to have a friend take me. She gave me Paxil twice a day.

I took my medicine as prescribed, soon I begin to feel somewhat better. One day I ventured out for breakfast, I met Rita, Thank god I met her, she saved me and now I have some symptons, but not many. I still take the Paxil. Depression can kill you, Reach out..it is the only way to be saved.

James

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