WINTER DEPRESSION STRIKES AGAIN

So it's been a pretty bad week. And I don't mean kind of bad, I mean really bad. And what is a person to do when most of your life starts to unravel? Wait it out and see where the last few threads of sanity will take you? And even when things are going ok, are you really just blinded to reality? Or is it the calm before the next storm? Well right now things are calm enough. Last weekend, however, was stormy. And it makes me wonder, when storms seem to hit one after the other, what happens when the storm barriers fall apart? Do you become engulfed by the waves, never to see the surface again? Or do you get washed ashore somewhere, and are slowly able to find your way back home? What if you don't become washed away, but you feel completely separated from everything that's going on around you? Your feet are still on the ground but inside you're drowning. And no one will listen to your explanations, and even if they do, they still don't understand. And they can't understand, so really it's expecting too much of them to think that they might be able to. But if you know that they can't fully understand, then who are you supposed to go to for help? When people remain silent, or start being pushy, or heap their own problems on you, how is that productive? And people wonder why there are insane asylums. Holy crap, I hate winter!