Last Friday I went to a new doctor who prescribed Zyprexa for my depression.  2.5mg plus 40mg of prozac. 
Saturday I was ornery and irritable.  I was afraid that the new drug might have been causing it, because I have been irritable on other drugs.  Since then, my mood has been getting increasingly better.  Today, I actually cleaned my kitchen.  You can see my kitchen counters for the first time since November.  I then started a project of painting a picture frame to match my living room, put pictures in it, and cleaned up the mess from my project.  A week ago I would have just looked at the frame and thought it would be nice to paint it and then walk by without any intention of doing so.  How thankful I am that I am feeling better.  I never would have imagined a week ago that I would even start such a project, let a lone finish it.  Odd how depression sucks the life out of a person.  It makes you not even imagine that you can do such things let alone actually do them.
I never thought I would be grateful for anti-depressants, but after this last brutal winter and depressive episode, I can only think that I must be grateful... or I might have been dead.