Once upon a time, this was my daily routine. A cuppa tea, headache tablets and just the one anti-depressant.
I wish I could go back to that time sometimes; I had my own place, my own independence, a girlfriend, seeing my son more regular than now, and I was on less medication. But I messed up quite badly.
So. Here I am, living with my parents (I know, I'm 39) until such a time when I can afford to live on my own, and look after myself properly. Y'know, the things that most 'normal' people take for granted like proper sleep patterns, eating 3 proper meals a day, bathing regularly. I've lost all this with the 'side-effects' or by-products of depression. Oh to be 'human' again.