survived pure hell through summer till a month ago. anti-depressants stopped working, shrink tried to find one that would, couldn't so put me back on one of the ones that did. and it is now.
  freaking depressoin takes away everything, including the ability to feed myself with art.
  i talk about Art being my religion in group and they just laugh, roll their eyes, or worse yet stare at me blankly. i know i am not alone here. thank you for taking the time to read this. i am more a musician and poet than artist. anyway........