Hi Folks, I basically signed up here to let people know that there are people listening. I too own that black dog called depression. It has been with me all of my life and I didn't really know what the problem was until my thirties when I had a complete breakdown, at work. Tears, snot, panic and twitches. That was a low point but also a turning point as I finally sought help. Depression makes me self destructive, pushing people away and even actively hurting those I love most. I'm 47 now and have learnt to recognise when I'm heading into a funk and immediately seek help.
I just want to say, there is help, there is hope. There are people listening.