It was about 18 months ago that life started to spiral downwards into this thing called depression. After a couple of months on these discussion boards, and many helpful individual private messages, I got myself together, took on full-time work, and swore off medication (by the way, don't stop Cymbalta cold-turkey, it's not fun). For a little over a year, I was back to my old self.

Sadly, I quit my full-time job out of principle, and now I regret that more than anything. Depressed people are poor decision makers, and I'm just another in a long line the depressed that dug a deep hole for himself...

What is it with depression that keeps us in the realm of making the same brutal, self-defeating mistakes?

Thanks for reading; your stories and struggles have let me know that I'm not alone. I take some comfort in that.