***HUG****

I know exactly what you mean...well, not *exactly*, per se, since everyone's depression manifests in different ways, but I certainly sympathize. I know/hate/fear/am saddened by that empty-void feeling. I deal with it poorly (Vekson becomes exceedingly agitated, angry and worried when I start hitting my head against the wall(much more so than J.B-S. ever did)--especially if I tell him I'm doing it 'cause I'm bored, or apathetic. This is why I will soon be going to see someone about my depression. I've asked Vekson to ask his therapist for help in finding me a therapist (I obviously can't go to the same one Vekson's seeing--that would put his therapist in a tricky situation), now that I have health benefits again.

I'm hoping that therapy will help some of my depression--at least the part that was caused by my family's particular brand of disfunction. I'm not really sure if my depression is biochemical, though.

Anyway, enough about me. I just wanted to let you know that:
a) you're not alone, and b) I'm always here for you--even if I'm no longer living in the same city, or even the same state.