I know what I wanted when I was a kid - I wanted the high paying job with the travel and the big expense account. I got it. I also got addiction and mental illness because I was using work to run away from my true feelings. I'm in recovery now, but really struggling with getting back into the workforce and am now contemplating having to take a much lower, than I am used to, paying job, simply to end this gap on my resume. But every day when I get up and go about my day and don't drink is a little victory, one that I can remind myself of when I get down.

Cyrano, remember that happiness can be made up of little things, look for them, and remember that depression can eventually pass.

--splitimage