You know, for the first time in my life I am really proactive about this---I've had some rough patches, and I hollered for help. That is SO unlike me; usually I've got to have one foot in the grave before I'll go in for bronchitis or pneumonia, but when the fecal matter collides with the rotary ventilating system in the mental-health arena, I'm on the phone with my pdoc. In fact, I've gotten good enough at recognizing when I'm decompensating that I usually call BEFORE things get out of control.