A Mental Slice of Pie. Or Cake.

A month ago I was having a tough time  (as my last post was quick to point out). I spoke with my wife, who spoke with some of our friends, and together thet helped me see that people do enjoy speaking with me. I have friends that enjoy me for me. I have a support network.

So it seems my strategy for dealing with my depression of late has been "ignore it and hope it goes away". I'm on meds, I talk to my wife about it a bit, but I don't know much else I can do. I can't afford therapy (and believe me, thinking about the fact I can't afford it brings on whole different waves of depression), and I don't have a lot of friends I'm really close enough to talk to about it. We always seem to drift apart.