Well, it would seem as I have gotten my wish. My mania has subsided. It has been replaced with a thick blanket of moroseness. Welcome back to depression, Ash.

I had a crying jag last Thursday after hearing of oil washing up on my beloved Ship Island. It happened again today. I think it's a combination of things causing it, but I don't think this new medication is helping things at all. I'm stressed over my long hours at work, I'm really feeling sad and helpless over the oil spill, and a few other things (see life in the 769 blog). This is a bitch. I'd gladly take the mania back at this time.

I feel numb.