Excuse me, I just caught the end of this. I've tried to catch up with events since last fall...

I ended up in hospital when I was 62 after a long life of no satisfactorily treatment clinical depression. Without that month of intense psychiatric review of my case, I don't know whether I ever would have been diagnosed as bipolar, which turned my world around. We still go through the little dance of med adjustments from time to time (I dread/hate this), but I have entire days now when I'm happy to be alive.

Just wanted to toss that in. I have an excellent team, pdoc/T/mdoc, as well as wonderful friends who form my support network. The psychiatric unit I was in also has a good reputation, & my pdoc maintained contact with me there with weekly visits from the psych nurse.

This is just FYI. I thought one view from within might help some.

Roadie