This happens sometimes...I am finding depression more comforting. I want to wallow in it. It's safe being inside myself. I regress to childhood. I want someone to take care of me. Just as I start making a little progress - taking positive steps to get meds and therapy - I find myself wondering why bother? Depression isn't that bad...it's kind of nice.

along those same lines - feeling very compelled to be on this site. More wallowing....