The beginning... sort of.

Aloha! My name is Michelle and Jason is my boyfriend. We live together in apartment 206 .

For years I have dealt with depression and personality disorder. Since the the age of twelve I have been in and out of hospitals dealing with chronic depression and alcoholism. At the age of I began treatment for depression through electro consulsive therapy (ECT). By the age of 25 and after more than 30 treatments I was left alive but with severe long and short term memory loss. I met Jason at the age of 27 at a time when Alcoholism consumed me. A year later, I was diagnosed with endotriosis and stopped drinking. While I still struggle against the demons of depression, chronic pelvic pain has interrupted my life in a new and different way. Though free from alcohol, I am dependent on medication that, while allowing me to function, controls my life. With the medication I am free from the bonds of pain, but without it I can do little but lay in bed. I want to share with you my battle to get better.

And now I will given a little bit on Jason. Some people battle chlostrophobia, and others dread the thought of germs. Jason fears loud noise and ear damage. A year ago, an accidently experience in which one of his best-friends lit a firecracker nearby, Jason's mental state crashed from his fear and beleif that the firecracker did permanent damage. His battle with OCD began when we has a teen, but as he has aged his symptoms increased to his present state that has completely interrupted his life. When Jason was 22, his mother died from alcoholism; only months later one of his best friends was murdered. Consumed by so much anxiety and obsession Jason presently unable to work or properly attend any treatment his health care permits. At present he is eagerly awaiting possible treatment at the McLean Psychiatric Hospital is Massachussetts.

So that is a little bit of background on the people who live in apartment 206. Behind a red door we still laugh and love and this is what I want to share.