Anyone who suffers from depression knows, sometimes you don't realize you're in it until you're in it. I'm not in it. I checked. Once a month I conduct an emotional examination while stopped at the red light on 2nd Street. If I punch the gas pedal when the light turns green, I'm not depressed. If I hesitate before taking that left turn which leads me to work, depressed. Not scientific and not definitive, but a very good indicator. If a tear forms in the corner of my right eye during that brief hesitation before turning left- it is conclusive, depressed. I've had a good year. Far fewer left turn hesitations and no tears in the corner of my right eye. Bad days are just bad days, not bad months. I give credit to the meds, but I also give myself credit. I no longer fear my illness. I don't hunker down and wait for the bombs to go off. When the enemy is in sight, I refer to my battle plan, and so far I'm winning.