It's hard to imagine me writing this. Two weeks ago, I was still cursed with the undermining psyche of a person carrying the weight of a major depressive disorder (with family history of suicide), severe OCD, severe generalized anxiety, feeling hopeless, worthless, useless, paralyzed and probable Borderline Personality Disorder.

Am I 100% improved? No f....ing way! Just the same, I think we (my psychiatrist and I) have hit on the perfect concoction of psychotropic meds, or as perfect as it's going to get.

I am in my early 50's --- my first symptoms started when I was seven years old. So, that's why it's hard to imagine my writing this. "It's a miracle," right out of Princess Bride, when Billy Crystal brings Princess Buttercup's beloved back to life. I wasn't all dead, just partly dead. With the help of the medications and years of psychotherapy, we've brought some life back. Enduring persistence. And, will this last? I'm going to milk every moment I can out of how I'm feeling right now, and needed to share.

So few (if any) of my family or friends understand what it means to live in the body of a person with the assortment of psychological traits I have. So, I'm glad to have found a forum. I also have a blog started at CouchTalktotheDoc.com. It's up and running although I am still tweaking it.