There seems to be a correlation between high intelligence and depression, among other mental woe. Mine is profound, deep horrible depression. Meds do me fine. No one who knows me casually even knows.
There has been a lot of stress in my household. My daughter is working a (sort of) decent job, and in a year or so will be making good money. The son-in-law is a stay at home dad. He's the best kind of father to my granddaughters for which I could ever hope. But it ends up, I'm the one, at age 60+ to get up at 6:30 every morning and go to a soul-killing job (18 years) which is also VERY physically demanding.
I had a bad two weeks, starting around the first week of the month. By bad, I mean, things weren't going our way, debts piled up, the kids were sick, and the house was dirty enough to be condemned. Also, an incident at work triggered a response I cannot help. I won't go into details, but I never did ANYTHING wrong, but was accused anyway. THAT didn't help...
So in a mood of the worst depression I can ever remember having. (Meds don't work on "breakthrough depression") You get the gist here. I was in a bad place mentally, but not suicidal or wanting to hurt ANYBODY. So then I went to the bar to celebrate my 30 years of Sobriety...... (I can hear you, "..wait... whaaat??)
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