Happy 2019, I hope
2018 has probably been the roughest year of my life. Moved from Seattle to San Diego because the rain was too depressing after 20yrs. Mother had a heart attack. Brother had a heart attack. Was laid off my previous job for the first time ever. The stress was so much for me that I had almost lost my mind. I finally sought mental help through my VA Benefits just two months ago. I have not seen a therapist since 2016. I don't think I'd be alive today had I not met my better half in 2015. It's been so horrific that I didn't want to speak with my parents or brother for an eternity, as their mean behavior towards me being gay peaked.
I realized the morning of Christmas Day how depressing it would be to only have 1/3 of your children contact you. After how badly I've been treated, I actually felt sorry for them and called my parents. The phone call helped me tremendously, but I didn't plan it that way. I made the call short, brief, and after 5-10 minutes said I was ending the call to have dinner.
Ever since, I'm a little less depressed.