First of all, I would like to say that the "IRNS" who has recently posted, is NOT me. She or he has hijacked my handle. (Some of this "guest" stuff, is over the line of ridiculous!)

So, an update for ME. Work has stabilized. I am taking what I think are pretty good meds. I haven't had formal therapy. But I have done some deep introspection and talking with caring friends, and I have made changes in my life that are positive. I believe in therapy as a process. But I am also afraid of it. I don't like revealing some of my deepest secrets or crying in front of a detached stranger.

I have made very big progress on dealing with extreme clutter. And I expect to be able to happily have company over in the near future without being horribly embarrassed.

And...I am dating! However, that has introduced some new issues. When in the relationship should I tell her that I live with depression? When should I tell her about being a clutterholic? Should I avoid someone who also has depression? Or can it work since we both understand and can lift each other up? Or should I look for someone who is more positive and appreciates me for me and can help lift me up without being brought down?

Thanks for all the caring and help from my Mudcat sisters and brothers. Aside from a few miscreants who hang out here as nasty trolls, this is a wonderful place.

IRNS