Well, I thought I would escape this winter without a dark time. I have been doing so well. I've been writing everyday in one form or another. Keeping my house up. Making time for nature. I was so close. So close to calling this a successful winter. It's been 5 months since I've been depressed, and I attribute that to following my dream of writing. But, the love eludes me when I'm depressed. It takes everything in me to write. I don't like to write about negative things. I thought I had finally defeated it. It always passes, as I've been through this time and time again. I consider myself resilient and I'm trying to have some compassion for myself as I would anyone else. It'll get better… But until then, I'm just going to sleep and function in the best way I can. And, I'll just keep writing. Thanks for letting me vent!