I had a 9 yr livable bubble from my depression. Not sure how or why, but I found a med combo that just worked. I was happy w/ that outcome, at peace w/ my body & myself. I still had bad days, weeks or a month here or there but I could fight it & work w/ it.
Now I feel too old & too tired. I've tried the new meds out & they're still all the same. I think hope can be dangerous emotion. Sometimes hope has to step aside for acceptance.
I can't keep chasing rainbows. I'm going to have to deal w/ depression until the day I die.