And I have felt myself sliding for some days, so I might have to bid you goodbye, for now (give it a few days; find some footing):

I hate sliding: makes you unable to tell where you are at. I prefer a crash.

Not one from great heights. Not the mixed period that then for me generally follows, not the severe depression afterwards for weeks. But no sliding. A crash.

Than a rapid rise. Work to do: ease up and go up. Hope at least that, it will. This is by no means a farewell, but please may it fare well.

Probably won't go far.

When I feel more comfortably depressed or maybe stable or more, know where I am at (like I ever, really!), I will be back (who knows, tomorrow).

Sliding brings back memories from way back. The years it took to get back up. It could be just that: a memory.



Love you all, already. Like I've always known you!

No worries, 1278. Glad I could help. Hope my memory won't be too clouded to keep some of that up.

Or I'll just moan on here (this is just how I like to see it for myself; I take depression very seriously). And ramble, just like now. But it will pass.
No matter how deep.

Ramble, ramble, slippery slope...

Sorry, Takeshi, I am too far gone at the very moment (poor me! : also just tired ) to answer you now but I might write it down somewhere where it fits. I think it could be useful. I have no idea whether this will a descent to another three months of mild depression or just a new stability I hadn't known yet. Just need some footing, won't be long. Ramble, ramble...