After having been home from treatment for a few weeks, I'm not really doing any better. I've maintained sobriety and haven't relapsed, which is good. However, I'm just as depressed as ever. It's like a constant pain. The new medication they have me on isn't doing anything, and the psychiatrist's only strategy right now is to increase the dose and give it more time to work. I don't expect it will. I'd hoped to return to work by the end of September, but that's seeming less likely than before. I'm trying to pass the time right now by reading and writing, and spending time with my pets. Writing is the only source of hope in my life, and my pets are the only source of any happiness at all. It's really hard to look to the future and see myself lasting very long under these conditions. I just don't see any future for myself at all.