I have been depressed most of my life. I am now sixty and fighting to reclaim my life from an extensive cocktail of ineffective psychiatric medications and just about every treatment modality modern mental health care has to offer.

My negligence and the arrogance of many so called providers stripped me of everyone and everything that ever mattered to me. I've posted a lot about my recent journey if you care to know details.

At this point in my life I know few things with any certainty; maybe they might offer you some comfort.

I do not want to ever hurt anyone again.
Modern pharmaceutical mental health care has nothing to offer me, fifteen years of experimenting on me is enough.
Proper nutrition, exercise and good sleep are the only treatments that have ever helped me. They also have the benefit of no side effects.
Grief and sadness are not depression. My only path to peace is through them.
If I do not deal with my trauma it will deal with me.
Everything I believe today may turn out to be wrong tomorrow.
I want peace in my life.
I miss my family.

It took sixty years for me to learn what I know today. I hope these lessons will help me make better use of what time I have left.

I wish peace for everyone who suffers. It increasingly seems to me that is everyone.