I'm 54, and have been considered depressed for a long long time now, but I don't know if I've just found a suitable hole to hide in. I've had all the help that anyone could want. I've been hospitalised, had group and single therapy, attended a Therapeutic Community twice, had all sorts of medication. I don't feel a lot, but when I stop taking my meds I cry a lot for no reason. I am sleeping an awful lot, and I made the mistake of looking up Atypical Depression on the net, and now I think THAT'S the problem, but none of it is real. It's all an excuse for me being fat, lazy and incredibly stupid. I've had everything in life I could ever want, loving parents and family, the chance for a good education, and the chance for a happy marriage, and I've managed to turn it all to crap. I know the excuses I make for myself, but none of it is real, and when it all comes down to it, I just make excuses for not doing anything. And that's where I am. Hmm, I put none of it is real twice, so there's a good chance that I'm right about that at least.
