Have you looked into the PBA? Or pseudo-balbar (sp?) affect? If it's not like a chronically life has no and will never contain any joy again type feeling... but more of a they show the humane society commercials with Sarah Mccalans "Arms of an Angel" playing in the background and even after changing the channel halfway through the commercial you're still crying/sobbing, which really can't think of anyone in my family or friends who can watch that without crying themselves...really all their commercials leave me crying and I still have my little rescue kitties and my family has theirs.

I mean my brother is on anti-depressants for good reason, he doesn't believe life should be more fun than not, that one should receive more joy than suffering, to him life is all about suffering and one should count themselves exceptionally fortunate if one good thing happens to them in a life time and should definitely not expect it daily. And with such an outlook he is absolutely incapable of comprehending why everyone seems to smile and laugh so much. He's finally in counseling for it, and it does seem to be helping him some though he's still completely and 100% baffled by my laughing and getting excited over things when I have MS, and how can I not realize just the amount of suffering I go through everyday.

His is very much so "clinical" depression, and he has suffered from it for most of his life, and will likely spend the rest of his life in counseling and taking medication and still might not ever come around to finding the "joy" of simply living. Which is some what more frustrating for me at times since he has a child, something I've been denied, so I occasionally have to resist the urge to smack him upside the head when he tells me life shouldn't be "fun". When lack of true motherhood is the number one reason behind my suicidal thoughts, yes I have two step-children, one of which it was my truest joy to raise for two years before she was kidnapped by her mother and was out of contact with us until she became an adult... and I have the GBs but again, not my children and I don't have any real say about how they're raised or even when I'll see them.

Meanwhile he has his own precious daughter whose only a few months younger than my grandson, and he thinks life is about suffering?! That there's no such thing as joy, simply because one exists?! Then why the #{~* did he bring a child into the world? And how can he possibly look at her little angelic face every morning and not think for one second that "JOY" can come simply from existence? Grrrr.... he's probably one of the biggest reasons why I don't carry out my suicial thoughts... telling me how I should suffer because that's the point of life and there's no such thing as happiness in life when he has an adorable daughter, finished his college ambitions and the only health concern he has is clinical depression and a herniated disk in his back (mine is herniated and buldging and from BREAKING my back *^%}#{] )

So about the time the blues bring me to such a low, I inevitably think of the children I never had, which reminds me my brother did get blessed with and then anger kicks in and suicidal thoughts get pushed away by something more akin to homicidal thoughts, and after dwelling on those for a bit I get distracted by something bright and shiny and toss the whole thing out as my personality gets it reset.

But though both my brother and I have suicidal thoughts, our "depression" is very different... without medication he cannot get out of his, he has zero control over it, and he can't be distracted from it or even get himself mad enough about something else to blow it away. For myself, I can spiral even deeper into a depressive state than my brother, but it's not a long lasting affair... less than 30 days...and about 72 hours or less in the deep end of things. Stress is a trigger, illness, injury can trigger it, life events (births and deaths), and humane society commercials, and sometimes "just cuz". But I think for those of us that are usual upbeat... it's almost as bad as for my brother whose always down.

We're lacking an emotion regulator somewhere... and every so often our natural "highs" wear off and we're experiencing what normal folks do and it's just unnatural for us not to be "HAPPY". Even keeled emotions are as foreign to us "HAPPY" folks as it is to my depressed brother, and then our family points it out to us and we feel guilty because we're supposed to be "HAPPY" and then we stress about not being happy, and why aren't we happy, and then it seems like the world went from technicolor to grey, and we don't know why so we stress more and more, making things worse... until something comes along to snap us out of it and flip us back to our place over the rainbow. Just my theory at any rate. Maybe you could try getting up a good rant over something, idiots on judge Judy...99% of the news coverage... watch an episode or two of "I shouldn't be alive." Give yourself a good yell at something ludicrous and see if it doesn't hit your reset button.

Worth a shot and I hope you get your Tigger springs back from the shop soon