I've struggled with depression all my life. Even as a little girl. I guess growing up in a crazy abusive addictive household didn't help matters much.

On paper, my life looks ok. I just got married about ten months ago. I moved away from my crazy family.

I wind up having to quit my job because I got injured badly on the job and I'm still pretty shaken up about that. I am angry at myself for quitting, but it wasn't a safe enviornment. I wanted to have something else lined up before I went on to something else.

But no matter what goes on in my life, there's that damn depression hanging around like an annoying pest that won't leave me alone.

I'm waiting for my first appointment with my new Psychiatrist. I hope he's good like the one I had who retired.