Depression is absolutely nothing new to me, but two weeks ago my shrink gave me yet another pill to try, and for a full week I felt significant relief.

But not today, or yesterday. I struggle with thoughts of ending my life, so last night drank and drank and drank to make them shut up. Bad move because I cut more when drinking. I don't want to die, I want to get better. And today is one of those days where getting dressed seems an insurmountable task, and the very thought of getting out of bed leaves me shaking and sobbing. Where did that glimmer of hope go?