Aren't Mates Great?

I have been feeling quite low lately, probably due to me coming off my medication about a month ago, and I haven't had anyone really that I felt comfortable enough with to talk to about my feelings.
I've also had second thoughts about the business I have recently launched, wondering whether I want to continue with it, or just give up and leave it all behind.
I sent an email to one of my closest friends (emotionally close that is), Deano in Melbourne, explaining this and, within the hour, he had phoned me in response, to reassure me and give me the emotional pick-up I needed.
It was so good to talk to him, sometimes I just sat there listening to his advice and reassurance without talking and had to keep reminding myself to say something just so that he knew I was still listening.
I really miss Deano, since he moved back to Aus my group of local close friends has reduced to 1 (Tim) and since coming off my anti-depressants I have become more and more aware of this. We used to go out for drinks and have a good laugh, and Dean is also the only close friend I have who also reads comics. I really felt better after talking to him.

I have been so low that I purchased a bottle of St John's Wort capsules from the health shop, as I'd read that it was a good natural remedy for depression. I does seem to work, but doesn't last very long. Maybe if I keep taking it I will build up a level in my body to prolong the effects. I've also started eating more bananas which I've also heard are good for depression. Lets hope that they do the job otherwise I will have to go back to the doctor and go back on Sertraline. I'd rather not do that but am not ruling it out.

Luckily, right at this moment, I am okay. Writing about it does help, slightly. It is part of the reason I began this blog, as a new form of diary (which I used to keep) without having to store hundreds of little notebooks and with the ability to add pictures and share with people I don't even know.
Similarly I also wrote an "autobiography" a few years back, as a form of therapy. Titled "Cormorant" (for reasons too long to explain here), it was very cathartic and I recommend it for everyone. I can guarantee that more has happened in your life than you initially can think of. I managed 67 pages of typed A4 [12-font, I believe], separated into 10 chapters, and that was only up to about 4 years ago. I'm sure that I could add at least 2 more chapters since then. I hope, one day, that it will be published.