Same here, compadre, I was diagnosed with clinical depression, my Mom had it for years. Tried the meds beginning with Prozac and that worked initially and then I bounced to the other side without realizing it and tried Paxil and Zoloft but I do not do well on any meds so I decided I had to live with it and find other ways to get temporary fixes, enter the DC Zone and then this one now. And my poor wife, dealing with someone she diagnosed as Bi-Polar made me come back to the old forum during a dark time.
After going through the three toughest losses in my life in a 7 year span, I discovered I could do this without the meds. If I can survive that and not off myself, meds aren't the answer, just the easy way. These folks in here are my meds, they feed me every day and instead of popping a pill to take the easy way because we all want a pill to solve everything, I come here and laugh and search for things to make myself laugh and while that doesn't fix the problem because nothing really will, it does provide temporary relief.
I am not ashamed to admit it, I need this. I don't just want it but need it. I need to see those names that I have become so familiar with and I know that better than most because I have gone away. And best of all, they put up with me.
This place is a lot of fun but when it really connects with me is when one of us is hurting, those are our finest hours. I saw that on the old forum when one of ours got dumped by his fiancée. Even the ones that had been arguing with him turned to supporting him. I can never get really mad at the Cowboys, they brought all of us together.
That's my usual long-winded post of a good morning Pops and all and enjoy Hump Day Eve. And Happy Birthday, Trouty.