I think everyone is sick of hearing about my grief and other symptoms revolving around my Jason's death. THis is the worse depression I have had in the course of 41 years.

No one on here wants to hear it. My PDOC doesn't want to hear it. My husband doesn't want to hear it. My one friend is too busy to hear it. My family hasn't been checking in. My psych unit is upset over my reaction to not letting me use felt tip markers, so really don't want me back after going there for 12 years.
My pastor is still recuperating after falling at Jason's funeral. So he can't hear it.

So I will continue my research on which of my meds my help me leap over to another world were none of this sh...t means anything.

Thanks for all the good advice anyway