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Originally Posted by Roadie
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
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Thank you for your encouragement!! I'm thinking that maybe I might do to the hospital but I couldn't go for more than 3-5 days. I'd die if anyone found out. I really don't have any friends they all seemed to have disappeared. All my family except for my mother have abandoned me-they don't talk to me any more. All i have is work at least so far it's theonly thing that gets me out of bed.
You've been lucky to find your way out of the darkness I've been praying that one day ill find a way out.