I'm Lynda and I'm not sure what to say here.
I've got Epilepsy and am on a small 'cocktail' of medications which have some side effects, which include depression and anxiety - but I've been dealing with these things pretty well; until lately when I lost a long-time, childhood friend to suicide.
My life just hasn't been right since May.
I'm a writer and I'm unable to write anything decent - nothing past 2000 words - not even a poem. I'm also a painter/artist, but painting isn't a struggle.
The last time I had anything like this was in high school and in my 20's. I've just turned 45 and don't want to have to force myself to go out, to socialise to be around people and pretend everything is okay when it's not.
