November is a bad month for my family (me). This month marks the 8th anniversary of my stepson's walking into eternity. My husband isn't handling it very well this year. SS was 31. Also, 7th anniversary of his dad's walking into eternity. He was 86. Today I have a saying on my whiteboard on my office door by Bob Marley "You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have". That's how I've lived my life for so many years. Strong b/c that's my only choice. My depression is pit deep right now and I'm clawing my way up as best I can. Anxiety is clamoring in my chest to get out. I think my Effexor has pooped out. Not sure. May have to have another med change. Lexapro pooped out after about 4 years. Seems like that may be how long my brain likes a particular kind. Sigh....I just needed to talk to someone and I have no one I can be real with so this is my only option. I don't come on here often, but I am so, so very thankful this place is here so I can share feelings that I can share no where else. Thanks for listening.