There is nowhere is get help in this town. I swear. The place I went to today... what can I say? After explaining everything that this place does (including the rule about not talking about your depression to other people attending... so if you feel like crap you have to keep it in? What do you think I've been doing the last 10 months?), the woman asked me what kind of help I got after my breakdown (Help? What, you mean like people?). Once the woman realised that I had had no therapy, conselling or (and this seemed like a real shock) hadn't been put in hospital/taken care of by a 'crisis team'* when I had the breakdown, she just had this look of 'oh' on her face, that made it obvious that she couldn't really help me. So I went to CAB after that... Oh the joys of CAB... Waiting half an hour to be told that if I was male, or bi-polar, I could have all the help I wanted in this area. It makes me think... this place must be 'Happy Happy Huddersfield' after all :dry: *What the hell is a 'crisis team'?