Hi all, I haven't posted here in a little while. I've been lurking, reading a lot but I hate hate hate to always sound as though I'm always whining. This fibro stuff is working on me in a big way. I'm hurting all the time, it seems that there aren't just flares anymore, it's just a continuous thing. This has been an especially hard few weeks. Last Wednesday a dear friend and inspiration to me was killed in a car wreck. She was a young mother with 2 small children a girl 4, and a boy 1. She was on her way to church and crossed the center line crashing head on with another car. I am devastated, I will miss her smile and her strength. Also my daughter 13, came home the same day telling me that her friend from school, also 13, had run away from home leaving a sucicide note. She said she was tired of being picked on and made fun of and was going to put a stop to it. It was a very long 2 days before we got any more info on her. She did come home, I don't know if she lost her courage or never intended to actually kill herself, but she ended up spending a couple of days in the woods. We are thankful that whatever the reason, she didn't go through with it. I am finding it very hard to know the right words to say to my daughter about this incident. Children shouldn't have to face the desperate realities of life at such a young age. I am trying to help her be compassionate about her friends state of mind, yet teach her that thisis not a solution. It's a very hard subject to tackle with one so young. There are so many things that seem to be attacking our family at this time, I have felt the desire myself to run away. I take Zoloft for depression but I ran out of it about 3 weeks ago and since I have been out of work for so long and my husband just went back after his surgery, we are struggling to just stay afloat financially, so I didn't feel I had the money to get the Zoloft refilled. HUGE mistake. I now know that it is vital for me to have that medication. Without it I am a complete basketcase. I am hoping to be able to get the Rx refilled tomorrow, then maybe I can begin to be human again. I'm sorry for such a long post, I just felt the need to talk, if only to a monitor. Thanks for taking the time to read and listen to me whine again.