Trying To Make Sense Of It All...

I seem to spend a lot of time bending the ear of rock_bear  of late.  I'm sure I've not always been this depressed; right now I'm still on 75mg of Effexor XL a day; I have good days and I have bad days.  I sure hope I can wean off the pills though - I don't particularly want to spend the rest of my life on them.  And I have my artificial daylight bulb in my computer room - I mentioned this to redbeardedblond  recently in case it is something that helps him; sure, of an evening, I seem to spend a lot of time in my computer room with my bulb, and I do seem to be the better for it...

I just get the feeling that I spend a lot of time kvetching about things that from the outside might seem so obvious and easy to sort out, but yet from where I'm sat it's like there's a huge wall to scale over and I have a chain attached to a lead weight behind me.  I don't know.  What do other people think, having read my journal?  Am I just a whinger?  Over to you...