I know it isn't the drugs. When I went to California I forgot all my prescriptions. The insurance company wouldn't let me refill them because I had just refilled them a few days before. So I went two weeks without the antidepressants. And I felt great. I still do.

And life hasn't exactly been a bowl of cherries. I injured my knee in California and have been in pain ever since. I am to have surgery on it next Friday. There are other difficulties as well. But my new emotional state takes the punches and rolls with them.