I tried to leave a message here earlier and my computer completely froze up. I just wanted to say you're not alone. My mother was in and out of psychiatric hospitals her whole life for depression and I've always been afraid that I'd be like her so I've imposed a rule allowing myself the ocassional day to wallow but then insisting on following it up with a day of enthusiasm whether I like it or not. It works pretty well for me. I've just recently come to the conclusion that the depression I do experience stems from the overwhelming anxiety I experience... it can be so emotionally exhausting. Frankly, all the drama in my life doesn't create all that much more anxiety than I usually have. I may give in and try meds someday. I think I may be the only one I know not taking meds. I don't know why I am so resistant. Probably a control issue.