  is back... Sadly, I mean neither the roller coaster nor the awful horror flick. It's a nickname for depression I picked up from a book, and it's stuck. Anyway, it's tormented me as well, and it's elected to put in another appearance. In explaining to a friend tonight, I characterized this as a moderate "bad spell", meaning I expect it to last a few days at most, and mostly involve moodiness, and maybe a little crying. This is as opposed to a major bad spell, which happen once or twice a year. Those can lay me low for weeks, with major crying jags and emotional downturns. Whee. Fortunately, there is medication, which has helped a ton. I still have bad periods, but the time between them can be counted in months, rather than days or weeks.
And the severity is much much less. I've also learned to cope better, to not let it kick my ass. If nothing else, I get my ass out of bed and to work, and come home and take care of the critters. They keep me motivated like nothing else at times like that. So, yeah. Not even new jammies (which are freaking awesome, by the way! ) can cure this, but with the support of friends, and my own newfound strength, I'm not scared of it anymore. I hate it, but I don't fear what it can do to me. I can survive it. "Fear is the little death" and all that happy crappy. But I won't turn down happy thoughts, if you feel like sending them my way. :) 
