Old Batty, you must be psychic, thank you for opening this up. I was vaguely wondering about posting about this but then thought I would appear very ungrateful for everything I have: two lovely, helpful and successful DDs, two lovely GDs, a DH who thinks I'm a good wife, nice house, friends, good neighbours, lots of interests, always out and about but even so the Black Dog comes over me, usually out of the blue. My confidence goes (doesn't take much to put a hole in it), I don't want to go out and mix, the urge to give up all my activities almost over whelms me. All I want to do is stay in bed (but I don't). I feel I've had enough of life and just want to die. I've never been diagnosed, I did mention it to a previous GP when the DDs were small but I have a phobia about medication and I know that the cloud will pass. And it does. My mother suffered from anxiety and depression which severely limited her life and took medication. Unlike her, I've tried not to give in to it.