I have bipolar diaorder but have been relatively stable for almost 6 months now and it feels good. I was in hospital for depression in February/March and it sucked. I felt like I was walking through wet cement to get anything accomplished, and after a few days, I capitulated and told my husband that I needed to go to hospital. I was put on new meds which have alleviated the depression somewhat but it always lingers like a shadow. I hate that. I long for the freedom of baseline living. Of knowing that when I woke up that my mood was alright and clear and that I would remain with that clarity for the rest of the day. Everything seemed brighter, somehow. And more colorful. Depression sucks the color out of everything. I live now in a sometimes palely colored, sometimes gray world, but I can handle that. Perhaps my doctor can bump up my dosage just a little on the anti-depressant and I'll be back in clarity-land again!