I am sure my depression must be strongly situational (although Effexor certainly keeps the crying jags away), because I got a job and suddenly I am energized.

I have been teaching the same course over and over for the past two years, and now I will be teaching upper level courses. I am reviewing books, thinking of ways to engage my students, and sending myself to a summer conference to update my knowledge. I know you will all wish me well, as I probably will be around a lot less.

My best wishes, love, and prayers for all of you who still suffer. Suffer is a small six-letter word, but the pain it contains can be truly dreadful.