So heres the thing about my depression. Let me know if its the same for you. I'm pretty level...numb if you will for the most part...but when something makes me sad...holy hell I'm sad. Really fucking sad. Here's the other thing...I don't want to die in my depression. I'm not so depressed that I want to end it all, I feel like I'm depressed in a different way. I just want to be happy. I keep thinking about all of the things that could/would make me happy and they all just seem so damn far away and impossible. I want to live, I just want to be happy while I'm living.

Every time I think I'm doing ok, its like something comes along and smacks me in the face. I've basically given up on my GI. I went to my rheumatologist to try to get a new game plan. He gave me one last ditch effort option before surgery. Methotrexate. An injection. Fuck.


Now I know I'm not going to get any sympathy from this crowd on injections. I've done them. I did betaseron for over a year and it sucked ass so I stopped.I have been considering Copaxone lately, but jesus, I dont want to have two injectable medications. I feel like I was mentally prepared to handle Copaxone...but not this other one. I just keep remembering all the anxiety I had before plunging the needle into one of my appendages. I could sit there easily for an hour before even moving. Just staring at the needle wishing I had the balls to just get it over with. This is something I have NO desire to revisit. Also this medication is NOT approved for colitis. My GI wouldn't even try it...

There is a giant part of me that hopes these meds fail. That way I can just get my diseased organs removed and forget about all of this. Forget my embarrassment, my pain, my medications, and my permanent attachment to bathrooms. But that's totally screwed up right? Its screwed up that I'm more willing to go under 2-3 surgeries than spend a few months on an injectable medication that might help.

I hate being a cliche. I hate being a statistic. I hate being the epitome of depression right now.

Although this does mean...I get to join the Monday night shot club with Dana and Damon. Too bad my name doesn't begin with a "D".