I've struggled with depression all my life. It is simply a part of who I am. I do take meds for it. Two actually. But after the stroke. I could barely function. Work was my life and now, the thing that was my haven, my sanity, is ripped away from me. It was devestating. I lived with my brother at the time, still do in fact. He was my lifeline. The only thing that kept me from killing myself was knowing how much it would hurt him. So I stayed. And now, finally, after six long, painful years. The depression has lifted. Not all of it mind you. But the majority. That soul numbing, heart crushing depression is gone. See, I had a dream that I was standing in the hallway of this very nice hotel. And I was looking in the mirror on the wall. I noticed something on my face, like a zit. So, I messed with it. The more I did, the bigger it got. Until finally I had the whole thing out of my body. It was huge! Part of my face should have been missing it was so big. But I looked back at myself and I was fine. I could see myself clearly. When I woke up, I felt better than I had in years. I didn't say anything to my brother right away. I wanted to see if that feeling stayed. I waited a week and the depression still hadn't returned. So I told him about it. It's been two months now. I go out now. I go around people now. It's so nice to be "normal" again. Well, as normal as I'll ever be. lol