Slippery Slope

I'm slipping.
Now that the excitement of wedding planning is over, DH and I are pretty well moved in and somewhat settled into a routine, and I keep getting turned down for jobs left and right, I'm slipping back into the depression I've suffered from since I was 11. My head says it's not really surprising, since I've had a major life change, know no one here, and have been off the meds for six months now, but it's frustrating. I went through years of therapy and pills, and now I need to get back on one or both.
What a short break.

In the meantime, I'm trying to catch up with friends and relatives in that old fashioned way... writing letters. By hand. With ink. I love the pretty paper, colored stamps, and all the other jazz that comes with letter writing, but I have a hard time putting anything on the paper. Once I'm sitting down, all ready to write, I blank. I have no idea what would be appropriate to tell these people. Thank you cards are worse. "Thanks so much for the _____! We use it every day." The end? I feel like there should be something more, but maybe that's why the cards are so darn small.