Sigh How do I start?

I have a form of depression called dysthymia. It's the kind that pervades throughout childhood all the way to adulthood, and annoys the hell out of you and makes every occasion a sad occasion, but doesn't cause all of that psychotic stuff that makes treatment an obvious option.

My disease mostly manifested itself through overspending, overeating, dangerous driving, and bouncing between several different jobs.

Now, I'm an impatient person, and I wouldn't let this disease overtake me and shut me down in my prime, so I sought with all my might to rid myself of this pesky disease. I joined the nearest church, which was Lutheran, found it to be unfulfilling, switched to a different religion entirely, and eventually turned Catholic, all within the span of about five years.

I had trouble sleeping most of my childhood, and for a while, thought that insomnia caused my depression, so I would read many a book on insomnia, although they never helped.

And eventually, while I was in the process of joining the Catholic church and was still unhappy, it occured to me to get some secular professional help. Fortunately, I could do so now, as we had insurance. While my depression was in its prime, we simply couldn't afford to treat it, anyhow.

So I talked to a therapist for awhile, and he recommended an antidepressant. And so it was. I recently had my dosage increased, and wow. Just wow. That's all I can say about it. Everything I had asked Jesus for had arrived, courtesy of some people in a faraway laboratory whose names I'll never know. Thanks to Forest Laboratories and to all you who've made antidepressants. You people truly are Gods.

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