I feel there is no hope and no help for those of us that are so called treatment resistant.
I can't sleep. And when I do, or start to drift off, I keep thinking of a friend who recently died. We had a lot in common- the way we related to people, kept a safe distance. So much so that even we drifted apart. I didn't feel badly about us being out of touch, I understood it. He suffered.
Sorry I've nothing happy to say anymore. It's why I never log on. It is nice to see updates and I'd like your posts if I could. so here is some universal comfort.