Alcoholics Anonymous type introduction: Hi, I'm Pete, and I'm a depressive.
(Hi Pete!)
Well, a bit more is probably in order, aye?
Okay, I'm Pete, a 43 year old man from Southern Indiana. I'm a chronic depressive, with atypical symptoms, and have had half a dozen or more easily recognizable crisis over the past 30 or more years. I used to treat myself with recreational pharmaceuticals (IOW, and ex-druggie) and have tried several different medications. Remeron used to work for me. Not any more, which scares the bejeezus out of me. So here I am on low-dose Seroquel.
So here I am, back with my old friend - I can't make up my mind if he is Michael Myers or Jason. Every time I whup his butt, he gets back up. And I am really getting tired of fighting this fight. I'm so bad a woman who loves me desperately wants nothing to do with me.
I'm alone, old, and have forgotten how to dream. I'm clinging to hope, but it is fading fast.
