Arrrrr.... depression sucks. Last fall I was doing everything right and I was still being sucked under my overwhelming feelings of sadness. I went to the doctor, something I hate, and went on an anti-depressant, something I hate, and within a couple of days I felt better than I had in over a year. Sometimes if your brain chemistry is against you, I think medication can be the only way out. The entire concept of taking medication kind of pisses me off, but should I let that stand in my way of taking care of myself? I had to ask myself was I the kind of person who if dying of thirst came across some bottled water would turn my nose up at it because it was too expensive or I had a strong preference for tap?

Whatever you decide to do, hang in there.