A year later.

It took a year to get this blog back online. So many things have changed, and lucky for any readers it's well documented on other blogs.. I'm fond of this one, so I will continue here.
How do you know if you're clinically depressed? Recently my own thoughts have been disturbing to me, and at least twice I can recall having vivid imaginings of seeking psychiatric help, what I would say ask of them, possible remedies to my condition... Anyway cries for help? From myself? Well I guess this blog makes three officially. I feel safer of course having this blog dormant for over a year. One birthday to another really. Hopefully anyone who knows me has stopped checking. If not, could this be cry for help # four? I am just so unhappy sometimes I stop and say to myself.."Where is this coming from?" I can't locate a physical cause, yet I get so pent up and angry for no reason.. Slam cupboard doors if my coffee cup is on the wrong shelf, even when I put it there. Then there's the outbursts of definitely unmanly emotion. During too happy movies, or, of course) sad movies, I get weepy, tear up and choke back my big womanly sobs.. Or at least that's what I feel like. Even TV serials can tug at these phantom heartstrings once in a while.. Ever cried at an episode of Angel? Or Scrubs? I have, and it's not pretty watching the fat bald guy cry.. This year I have broken a foot, and put on 25 pounds. I have sprained my back (very recently) thus the restart of the writing. Still going to work though. They don;t have much for me to do with the restrictions I have, but it's still better than letting me sit home and recuperate.. Anyway the self pity in this entry is starting to gag me. Cry for help number five.. Still counting and wondering.. Anyone know the signs of clinical depression? Can I self diagnose and treat said depression?