If there were a 'depression scale' of 1 through 10, with one being the least depressed and ten being the most depressed, I'd put myself around 9.5 or so. I'm in extreme 'withdrawal mode' as of this past month of August. I'm withdrawing from everyone and everything. I sleep most of the time now. I quit my job, moved back out west to help tie up some loose ends for my mother (help her get her house straightened out, etc., as she's basically an invalid now) and am finishing up a few other little odds and ends that I've left unthought-of for many years. I want to get my son enrolled in college and my husband back to work again soon. Once all these things are done, and the list of stuff to be tidied-up is complete, I'm going to take care of some final personal business that should have been done over 20 years ago. Strangely enough, I feel almost happy -- for the first time in years.
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Terminal Outsider, rogue graphic designer & lunatic fringe.