No matter how good I feel, I realize depression is like a snake in the grass ready to bite. It makes feel-good songs bittersweet and sads songs an excruciating experience. It is a great robber of a good nights sleep. It doubles me over in anguish till I'm ready to slam my head into a wall. And no matter my coping skills the sting and realization of yet another episode seems to make me forget them all. It is a great equalizer to feeling on top of the world and careens me to the very pits. Oh well such is the battle I sometimes wage. shaggy