Depression

I can feel it creeping up my chest and tickling the back of my throat, trying to make me cry. Not all the time, just a couple of times a day. Most of the time, the almost overwhelming busyness of life keeps it at bay - there's always so much to do, I'm constantly checking my watch to see if I can squeeze in one more thing from my To Do List. But then, once in awhile, when I stop for a moment, its tendils slither out and up and in. Last night, I opened the medicine cabinet and took out the Magic Pills left over from last winter. I didn't take one, I just looked at them and put them back. I'm waiting, though I'm sure it's futile. First, I'll get the Full Spectrum Light and see if it helps.