Grief has hit me, finally. I am grieving the happy, healthy life i thought i would have for the rest of my days when it seemed that the Wellbutrin was working. Now i am back to my stinking f!cking depression, plowed under. I really thought i had it made there for a few months. Everything is so much easier when you're happy. Happy, healthy people are really lucky. Now it's a victory if i get myself to take a shower. I spend 14 hours in bed. I'm only up ten hours of the day. I dread the rest of my life.