I just found this and read through the posts. Kajero, it seemed like Pardes' wolf-dog visited you in the form of the woman who prayed for you. I'm not an overtly religious person - I describe myself as more spiritual. I DO believe in the power of prayer & have seen it work first hand.

If you are prescribed meds, you know they often take weeks to work. Further, there are different kinds that act on different brain receptors. Don't give up. I have black clinical depression & take meds, although I wish I could be "normal." Sometimes I screw with dosages & prove to myself, once again, that I need these to keep my brain chemistry right. I also do therapy and my poor therapist cringes when I tell her I'm thinking about going off meds.

My work situation exacerabated the problem, but since I've retired, the stark reality is that where ever I go, I take my brain with me. I had golden handcuffs - had to stick out the last few years to get to full retirement status. I MADE myself get on the bike & go to the gym. I told my brain that it was like breathing - not negotiable. The biochemical reactions of endorphin raising will happen whether or not I want to be there and I needed all the help I could get. I FORCED myself to concentrate on my surroundings rather than ruminate over the last work-drama. I told myself that it would all be waiting for me after I got off the bike.

Be sure to take good care of yourself. Watch the caffeine & sugar intake, especially at work. And look for the wolf-dogs - they're everywhere.