Last nite was the first time the depression has crept into my dreams. I dreamed of my mom, of the passage of time. My doctor prescribed Seroquel and last nite I took my first dose. Today I am extremely dizzy and tearful and ready to pop off at any moment. I've never taken such a strong drug. This morning I took Limictal as well, as it was prescribed. I prefer recreationals to how I feel right now. 

I think the thing I miss most about being in a relationship is having someone beside me in bed. My dogs are lovely, but they're not comforters; they're comfortees. Comfortors?