> Actually, it's one of the signs of
> depression. Some quit eating and others eat
> as a drug of choice. I was the drug of
> choice type. I got sick, began hurting
> myself, migraines. But "who cares, if
> there is chocolate cake." Besides, a
> migraine means 3 days that I can't think at
> all. The pain was better than the insanity.
> Weird huh?

Well, that's encouraging. I was feeling pretty bad about 3 mos. ago, for about 2 years. I was so far down I couldn't see up. I still don't feel quite right. I think partly it's the age, it's the years of drama that have caught up to me, and many, many things. I felt like I was going to be buried in the ground very soon. I still have some kind of weird panic attacks at night, but they have subsided some. Someone told me they had them too when they started menopause. I'm wondering if it's as simple as that. I think it gets compounded with the past.
> Just learning that helped me find some
> healing there. I began to deal with the
> depression. I decided to live. I'm still
> fluffy, but I'm 50 lbs down (got a ways to
> go still), now and tough enough to get the
> job done. I'm meaner too.

> I'm still fighting everyday, but my health
> and my grand-children are worth the battle.
> In reality, the trip I just took, I could
> not have done 6 years ago.