I don't know if this counts, but here goes.
I think I'm re-discovering myself.
Recently, I decided to tackle my depression head on. I have resumed seeing a therapist that I really like. She's wonderful. And pretty, too. (I don't know why I mentioned that, but she's fabulous.) Anyway, I decided that I was missing out on a whole lotta life by letting this medical condition break me. So, I decided to pick myself up.
Ralphie, or course, is in my corner with this. He's ecstatic.
I've decided to write more. My head's too full of ideas. I need to get them out.
I also auditioned for a play and got cast. That's good news for me.
I'm also looking to find a job that pays me a bit more. I love the rewarding nature of the homeless shelter, but we've got bills to pay.
We're going to go see a credit counselor to help us with debt. We're trying to find one that doesn't damage our credit rating by going to them for help.
These are just little steps, but I'm hoping to be happier soon. I think I deserve that.
And I love David Bowie.