(((*hugs galore ladyjrnlist*)))

I've been in my worst-ever depression, went on vacation to my "favorite place in the whole world." Everything went perfectly. Incredible experiences. All plans worked out. Couldn't have been better.

I got more depressed.

I thought I could just drive fast into a canyon. No one would find me for a long time in that wilderness. But I have obligations, so I came home.

Pdoc has me on new meds. I have a twinkling of a glimpse of a hope today that we may have a break thru.

There's alway's hope that the right doc will come up with the right answer. Most of the time they do, if we can find our right doctor. I hope we both can hang around for that, even when the meds just need tweaking. Everyone else too.

Wish they'd hurry up with those answers, though....

Roadrunner