Depressed – Not Depressed

I have too much time on my hands where random thoughts enter my mind, and a lot of them sure are depressing.

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My son has barely ever known me not to be sick, so it's hard for me to try to get him to help me do things. No, it's hard making him understand. It is so very hard.

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