I've had a problem with depression all my life. Back in the mid-1980s, I found myself getting depressed for pretty minor reasons. I took a test and found I was diagnosed as a CHRONIC depressive -- someone who is depressed 90% of the time. I was put on a drug, imipramine, to counteract it. But, if I forgot to take it, there was a physical withdrawal. That cost me my job at Comics Buyer's Guide, the best job I ever had. After I lost the job, I learned to make sure I always took the medicine and did so for 25 years, when my doctor decided I didn't need it anymore and I was weaned off it over a week. I've gotten used to the depression. I can't get excited about anything, but I don't get too depressed about anything either. In my lifetime, I've lost my parents, a nephew, and a sister and I think "That's too bad," but my reactions are relatively mild. I often remember an old Peggy Lee song, "Is That All There Is?" Whatever comes along, I accept it. I'm sure there are others on
