I've been trying to organize some thoughts about these test results.
Depression – my depression, at least – doesn't seem to be about anything. I'm just depressed. As I've said before, I could win the PowerBall, date Angelina Jolie and bring world peace, and I'd still be depressed.
It's like having a cold, as I've also said before, except it never seems to completely go away. I'm rarely desperately, want-to-die depressed, as I once frequently was. But the constant state is exhausting. It's like walking around with three or four bricks hanging around my neck... not too heavy to carry, but enough to wear me down after awhile.
I guess I could go back on some drug for it.