Hi Judy. I know the feeling all too well. Just about every other day I wonder what the rest of my life is all about. Why am I still here and what is my purpose?????

When I see my Kids and Grandkids every weekend, I'm reminded why.....they need me to be here...they need my love...they need me to worry about them and they need to worry about me. My DD, especially, needs my love and strength. She needs to know I'm here rootin for her.

So when I get a bit down and I don't feel well or I hurt, I think of them and it helps me focus on what's important. I've had a great life and I'm still living it as well as I wish. The AD helps...Paxil was better, but Prozac will do for now.

I haven't talked to my Brother in a couple of weeks. I'm ashamed of myself for that, but It hurts and I cry for hours after talking to him. The conversations are great, but when we are finished, I always wonder will it be the last time we are able to talk. I am such a wuss and so selfish. Just smack me silly..I need it.

Cindy, I understand and am here for you, anytime. You go Girl!!

DM, I still pick up the phone to call my Mommy and she has been gone since 1993.....that's how much I still miss her. Hugs of understanding for you..

I'll end with something my Mom used to say to me..."I'm alright, you're alright...it's the rest of the world I worry about".