While I do appear to be developing all the symptoms of major depression for the first time in my life, chemical imbalance probably isn't the problem. The fact that my life SUCKS and I don't know what to do about it is kinda the problem.

Ahem. Sorry. Life's been trying to teach me learned helplessness lately. I'm a slow learner, but sometimes things sink in.

All I can think of to do to help me figure out who can sign these forms is call some local phone numbers a friend gave me of other people with fibromyalgia. They've survived, so maybe they can help me figure out how to survive. But too big a part of me is just plain tired of having to work so hard for so little--like I said, for three years (or so) my big goal was getting a job, and now finding out that I can't and that all my work was (apparently) for nothing has hit me rather hard.

I don't want to do nothing. I also don't want to do anything. I'm just plain worn out.