For me some of it was about age. I'd been depressed for a long time, but being the same age as my father when he died was frightening. Now having lived longer, the fear should have subsided a little but it hasn't. I don't know if that's because of the meds or something else. The meds this time around are acting differently than the last couple of times.

I went to bed last night at 7pm and didn't get out of bed this morning until 7am. I didn't sleep all of that, but a lot more than I have been sleeping. I walked the dogs and got them fed this morning and then went back to bed for a couple of hours. I'm feeling a little bit better now but I am feeling pretty tired. We had our second walk and I had a little lunch and now I'm trying to decide what to do with the rest of the day. Might just crawl back in bed.

Thanks for all the thoughts and input, it really does help a lot.