[cinderella]

Depression...not the clinical kind, but the kind that springs up every now and then, but in full raging force - The Mean Reds (a catch-phrase culled from Holly Golightly in Breakfast At Tiffany's).

I think some of you may understand...it's a desperate kind of feeling. You feel all alone with on one to turn to. You wonder what the hell you have done with your life to end up friendless and alone in what some would call 'the twilight years'. I am basically a happy person most times. I have been told by some that I am wise, comforting, give good advice, and am a great motivator. So why can't I do it for myself? It is an empty and colorless life I lead - not seeking sympathy here - my life is what I've made it. I just don't understand how I got to this place...

I started this thread, not to seek sympathy or empathy, but just wondering if anyone else has these feelings of quiet desperation, and how you handle them...I would love folks to come here and comment, purge, share experiences. Share you feelings - maybe we can help each other.