My mother calls it the "Meyer Curse". It is a wicked combination of Depression and Obessive/Compulsive Disorder (OCD). I have watched three generations of my family go through this nightmare. When your world starts to go dark, you reach out in a compulsive way calling for help. Images and thoughts keep looping in your head. I watched my great aunt call the refrigerator repairman everyday for months to get rid of the buzz. I watched my younger brother call my mother every fifteen minutes trying to heal his sense of loss and failure. It finally hit me, like cinderella at midnight..