I'm off work for the next two weeks, trying to keep myself together.  I still feel depressed but at least I don't have to deal with work and all of the shit that happens there on a regular basis.  I'm trying to be kind to myself and gentle.  I'm walking the dog.  Working on a quilt which keeps my mind and hands busy, especially when I have to pick apart seams. 

I need to find a counselor to share my story with but that is kind of overwhelming when you feel depressed because I don't feel like telling my whole sad, pathetic story to another counselor again.  The meds may be helping, too early to tell yet.  The sun is shining today which helps too.

And so it goes.