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I am new to this site and never usually post anywhere, so please bear with. I'm in West Yorkshire, having lived overseas for a couple of years. It wasn't my choice to go, and leave my daughters and dog and a job I was more than happy in, but I did. Having been depressed in the past, I was desperately down and homesick and was prescribed fluoxetine. Eighteen months later, I had a flight booked to return home so took myself off the meds because life was going to get so much better I thought. That was last November. Oh, and my mum died while we were away. She passed away on the morning of my flight home to see her. Since January the black dog has returned and seems to want to stay. I have nothing to be miserable about, being back where I want to be. But I am. Desperately. I spend most of my waking hours in bed, feel anxious and negative when I am awake. Everything seems pointless. I have no job, don't feel I could handle any responsibility. I miss my overseas work friends, in reality we will only meet again once or twice in our lifetimes, if that. I am reluctant to contact my friends here, being such a misery. One "good" friend (a nurse) I did mention my feelings to has avoided me like the plague from that day on. So here I am, offloading to complete strangers. Sorry to sound like a self centred whinger, my poor dog is the only other soul who will listen without advising me to cheer up. Thank you to anyone who read this