I'm another one that doesn't talk to my friends about my depression. For that matter I don't talk to anyone. Hubby kinda knows when I get depressed, but he leaves me alone knowing that that is what I want to be left alone.

I have been depressed since I was 14, I was put on paxil (in my mind, that is the best pill for me, even though I haven't tried any others.) As soon as my depression slowly started to get better and better, my father passed away, I was once again put on paxil (by the doctor who killed my dad) My mother begged me not to get out of control when I had to talk to that doctor. She knew my attitude, she knew I would have said something or to him that shouldn't be said. What was going though my mind then was you took my dad from me, now it's my turn to take something from you. We did take him to court, to take his license but we never got his license. To this day I still hate that man.

Hmmm, I really got off topic this time. As far as my depression now goes. It has gotten better, I still get very depressed. I am not curently on any medications for it. I have thought about being put back on some. Over the last 5 years it has been a very hard battle over and over again. I still have days that I just do nothing but think about my dad and I will cry all day.

Ok I think I have shared enough for one day.

Katie