I was in the hospital (again). I realize I'm really lucky with this particular hospital, after what I've read just on PC. Maybe not that much to do, but definitely more freedom and great staff that do care.

Back on the meds I was on before, but at lower doses. I'm surprised they work. My psychiatrist said he didn't want to change them: either I stick with them or stop them. I'd much rather stay on them. Tiredness wins out over suicidal depression any day. And I realize now just how low I was. I don't think I've ever been consistently that low.

Doing okay.