On May 16, 2006, I awoke at 3 a.m., experiencing the horrific outcome of having crashed on one anti-depressant a few days before and now crashing on a second anti-depressant I was prescribed after the first. The cumulative effects were a panic attack so devastating that I did not recognize myself in a mirror and confusion so severe that I didn’t even have the wherewithal to commit suicide. It lasted for four hours. I kept a journal during my five years of depression and still do. Here is the entry for that day.
Today was the day I lived only by the grace of God. Yesterday in Plymouth with Phil I had my worst Continue reading