Well, I saw my doc this week, and he increased my dosage on my Seroquel. It's been 4 days now, and I can tell the difference. I can see there actually IS a light at the end of the tunnel, and my depression is starting to ease a bit. For the first time in months, I was goofing around with my Mom, just being "ME" and it felt so good to finally be able to do that after almost 5 months of varying degrees of depression.

The job hunt is still on, and I have two very promising prospects on the horizon. My current job is starting to go back to the way things were before my leave, at least with my boss. My other co-worker still has an iceberg up her butt, but I don't care. They are not my friends, merely colleagues, people I have to earn a living with.

I know that no matter what I do, I will never go anywhere with this company, so it is best I cut my losses as soon as the opportunity presents itself. I am a damn good employee, and I would much rather prove that to a company that will appreciate it than waste my efforts where I'm at now, without compromising the level of care my patients receive.

So, I guess you could say, the downward spiral does end, you just never know when.

Dolfin