I started treatment and felt great for a couple of years.
Now, I *thought* I was doing well the 3 years after that. I didn't recognize the slip again. The slip into depression's waves and tides, the grasp it takes and slowly pulls you down, is often subtle and unnoticed until someone or something makes you take notice.
This has got to be one of the hardest posts I have ever done, one of the most heartbreaking for me.
There was no one moment, one day, one week where suddenly I was swimming in the depths trying to reach the top. It was a slow dissent. A thought here, a misread conversation there, an over analyzed look from someone, small situations, all that began eating away at simple sanity again.
I wanted to believe that the first time around, the medication treatment, and the attention to it that my mind was brought to, would 'cure' it an…