Beaten & Robbed, Beaten by Depression
You may have noticed that I haven't posted anything in a while. That's due to the fact that my depression has its hand firmly gripped around me. Just about a month ago, in the early morning, as I was getting ready to go to my partial hospitalization program , I heard a knock on the door. I checked through the peephole and didn't see anyone, so I opened the door, with the chain lock still on it. That's the last thing I really remember. I was either punched in the face through the door, or the impact of the door being forced open (breaking the chain lock) knocked me out. I spent a few days in and out of consciousness, lying on the floor, until the person I've been staying with came back from spending the week at his sister's and found me. Since I'm not supposed to be there, I couldn't go to the police (the person I'm staying with is in a subsidized housing program and on Section 8, and he's not allowed to have people -- like me -- living with him)....