Let me preface my first blog entry with a little about myself. I'm a 26 year old Bostonian (and damn proud of it : D). Starting in college I had mild depression and then about 3 years ago a tragic loss pushed me into the major depressive category. These past three years have been spent mixing and matching medicines, none of which has totally worked. I've pretty much had general anxiety disorder along with social anxiety my whole life. I have days where I can be productive, just like a "normal" person, and then there are days when even the most simple task takes great effort. My depression has landed me in the hospital 3 times not of my own volition, twice being suicide attempts. The funniest thing I've realized on the mental ward are the number of Harvard and MIT graduates are there. I'm a (laid off) protein biochemist myself, and generally consider myself an intelligent person, but I always seem to let my depression get to me. I find myself thinking way too much; I guess depression lends to too much time to think. I know I have the tools to become successful at what I do, but its like depression are these restraints that prohibit me from being the real me, not the morose, I don't care about life me. Even that hope of a normal life sometimes doesn't make me feel like everything's going to be all right. But for now, I just have to try to cope, or as a last resort go back to the hospital. I have another blog post that I would like to attribute to my hospitalizations, but for now auf weidersehen.