I've been dealing with my depression and then bipolar for 50 years. Sometimes I'm doing fine and living a relatively happy life. Other times I go completely off the rails, and feel like I'm barely hanging on by my fingernails.

I don't know what to say other than the bad times pass. That doesn't make them suck any less. When I'm in a bad place and hide in my room and read of lot of books about self help, healing, and looking at mental illness from a spiritual point of view.

Eventually I crawl out of my hole and blink at the sunlight. Life is good again. It like watching a weird nature show with me as the star of the show as some bizarre and unusual animal.