I think the lack of communication was in my head rather than in reality.

I seem to be triggered by loss at the moment and people "going missing" from PC triggered me somewhat. One or two friends here have moved on because they're much better and although I'm glad for them I feel left behind and forgotten. I want it to be my turn to get better, a completely childish and selfish response to their good fortune, I wouldn't wish depression on my worst enemy, so I should be pleased my friends are doing well.

Then there are the meds to control my bleeding, a heady little steroid/hormone with the potential to aggravate depression and tip me into an paranoid abyss. I can see that much of the blackness and sense of persecution that I felt had almost the same duration as that course of meds.

This was a week that I was extremely anxious about, in reality all the things that I thought would end badly actually turned out better than expected. Then just to even things up a bit, I fell and hurt my foot (doing better now with rest and elevation) and the bleeding problem started up again.

However, I've made new friends, sadly it seems there are always depressed people so I won't be alone even if I have to wait a bit longer for my turn to get better. I've found that keeping up this thread gives me something to look back on, so at least I can see I'm not totally stuck, things change and good stuff does happen, so I think I'll keep it up for a bit longer.