This has been a strange week. I dreaded going to work Monday. I worked my usual 12 hours a day. I was exhausted when I went home. At one point this week I had suicidal thoughts. I brushed them out of my head telling myself I could not do this to my children, my dog, God wouldn't like it. I am on an anti-depressant, Citalopram. On Wednesday I had an appointment with my primary doctor. I told him I probably needed to be admitted to a mental hospital and he told me I didn't. He told me I needed to find a less stressful job and he prescribed buspar to take in addition to the citalopram. A miracle happened at work and I finally got some temporary help with my excess paperwork. Friday we were allowed to take off early. I went home and spent 3 hours in prayer, meditating on Jesus' passion being it was Good Friday. I felt a peace in my spirit I haven't known in months. Depression is like a black hole and maybe soon I will be out of it. I think prayer helps. Sorry to ramble, just wanted to talk to folks who understand.