I am new here. I have struggled with depression all of my life. I never realized it when I was a teenager or in my first, abusive marriage. Only later in life when I learned more about the disease did I realize what I had been trying to handle on my own. I take medication daily, but it is still such a stuggle. Mornings are bad. I want to sleep or weep. I hate taking my DD to school and leaving her there. I want everyone in the nest. Afternoons are better, but I am always, always tired. There are times when I wonder what God's purpose for all of this is.