Thanks Moose & Nixi for your support and encouragement. It really makes a difference.
Moose, you're right about the psychosis. I had another very close call with the undertaker yesterday. It's not depression, but I get so incredibly wired at times. The world around me becomes distorted. Sounds boom and conspire together to attack me like a pack of wolves. Yesterday (for an hour) I was pulled powerfully toward a high rail and urged to fly with my arms spread out. I resisted and clung to my seat. Later that day, I had to escape the pounding of laughter (real people, but too much for me, even with ear plugs) and sit quietly in a study in a house. The blinds made strange patterns, and I saw the silver surfer slide into the room then go invisible. Fairies shone lights from a tree to the right of the window, then hid, but they remained there. They had come to take me away. To avoid triggering people I'll stop there, but my daughters found me later and through their love I didn't carry out what I was about to do. I took 25mg Seroquel after that and slept for 15 hours.
My pdoc's receptionist wanted to admit me to the psych hospital, but with my pdoc going on leave this week, I felt I would be out of her care, so I declined the offer.

I'm pretty useless at writing poetry and lyrics, but the above lyrics were the only way I could articulate anything - a free flowing garble of thoughts that tended to rhyme in places. It's largely incoherent because I wasn't trying to be coherent - just express. I guess if I had to put it into a song to share with others, I would need to think it over and ensure it carried the right sort of meaning to my audience.