Depression

I came out of my most recent depressive episode, sort of, during the recent Hurricane Ivan activities. I was just too worried and apprehensive and busy to have the luxury of being depressed. The first day or more after getting back, I was in a mild state of euphoria brought about by the relief of finding my house intact, my kitchen clean, water and power available, and the air conditioning in working order. Whew!

But now that's worn off, and I'm back where I was a week ago. That is, with lots of negative scripts running through my head, and wishing I was dead.

I had an appointment with a therapist scheduled for last Thursday, but I cancelled it because I was evacuating. I will try to reschedule something for as soon as I can.

Efforts at positive thinking and self-exhortations to "snap out of it, woman" have been fruitless. I'm sure this is mostly situational, but I can't see the situation changing unless I can get over this sense of hopelessness. Hopefully a few weeks of talk therapy (and maybe some meds) will help.