In 2005, after a particularly bad patch, I lost my shit. I had just been laid off from my high-pressure job, my marriage was falling apart, and I found myself weeping in a parking lot waiting for my oldest’s bus to arrive.
Not pretty, right? Clinical depression brought on by stress and burnout. It took me another year to figure out that I had burned out, and probably two to get close to fully recovered. It was not easy, nor was it pretty at times. Meds helped, and so did the divorce, and some counseling, and the support of friends.
So when I took stock this last month, and saw what I now know are the early warning signs of burnout and depression, I did, as they say, the needful. Talked to Ursula to see what she thinks. Talked to my doctor about getting back on the meds. Talked to my new manager on how we can start to mitigate things and keep me from going back over the deep end.
So we’ll see how it goes. At least this time I know the signs, I know what I need to do, and I know how to get better. And if things go a little pear-shaped, I also have a supportive environment to keep me from losing it completely.
 It would be two years for us to figure out it was not something that could be salvaged
 Hello Zoloft! It helped a LOT last time, and I’m not scared of it now.
 I’ve been without one for about 6 months, and man, is it nice to have one again.
 I hope.