Depression

It comes in waves. Even throughout the day. I try to fight it. Sometimes I'm successful, most the time I am not. I hate that I am aware that I am depressed. It would be so much easier if I was completely oblivious. Then I could just sink into my melancoley and not care. But I do care, and that's what makes it so hard.

My husband is amazing. He just goes along for the ride. He gives hugs and words of encouragement and sometimes a swift kick in the pants. He doesn't understand my depression but he knows that I do not control it. I thank God everyday for him.

Found out on Friday that one of my former co-workers (from my old dept) is getting a divorce. See, she was diagnosed with MS a few months after they were married 10 years ago. Apparently, he just can't hack it anymore. The sick thing is he has been planning this for the past 4 years. He and his mother (who watches their son every day) have been keeping "logs" of when she was not able to participate in some activity because of her MS. What a jerk! I feel so bad for here. On the flip side, it makes me appreciate my husband all the more. I know it is not easy but he stands by me through thick and thin. No matter what. I am so blessed.

Speaking of blessed....

P and I don't know what to do about the Catholic Church. I only go to mass now when I am singing. We just have so many issues with Church. However, we want to raise B with a faith in God and a place he can turn to in times of need and unrest. I don't know what we are going to do. We just need to figure it out.

That's it for now.

Toodles!