So the day started out horribly, albeit not NEARLY as horribly as it had been. I cried and either laid on the couch or slept all morning. But then, in the early afternoon, I actually got off of the couch, straightened up the house a bit and got on the computer. WOW! That is leaps and bounds better than it was. I actually feel like living might be worth it. I think a combination of not taking the new med and not having an antidepressant made the situation so terrible (and by terrible I mean terrifying, deadly, poisonous, and devastating). Frankly, I don't think I could EVER survive such a distressing and disturbing episode again. Never. It was petrifying.