heading in the right direction

Some combination of the meds finally kicking in, the kindness of friends, the ever-present love of family, a lot of prayer ... whatever it is, I'm feeling more like me.

I just wanted to say that on my blog. I have a lot more to say about it all, but now I'm tired. My Wonder-dog of 17 years passed over today. It was about as beautiful as it could be. I'm flooded with gratefulness.

She waited until the Effexor kicked in to go. No one can tell me different.

still crazy...

after all these months.

I count as the beginning of this particular round of depression March 15, when I went to Pendle Hill and slept through too much of my precious time there, due to a medication change which led to all kinds of intense physical symptoms, which led into an rather intense depression which is still hovering around me like humidity in NC in August.

I'm at the point where I think people become vulnerable to joining cults, or the military. I just want someone to tell me what to do to get better. New meds take time to work, and I think they are helping, but still...trying to accomplish anything can be excruciating.

God, this has been a long haul.