Ask me about Bipolar; it's ok. I do not fear the questions.
I find solace knowing many out there diagnosed with a mental illness understand what I mean. You are fighting the same battles and waiting for your miracle. We cry out in unison for relief, maybe just a break from the constant stress.
I was my own interventionist when things got out of control in my adulthood. I knew there had to be more than depression or this crazy alter ego of 'sex, drugs, and rock n roll' I was living.