I just got back from my first vacation away from home in about 5 years. 5 days with no to-do list. No medical testing or procedures to get through. No dealing with another disapointment. Not a thing. I slept, read a book, sat and watched the trees and listened to the birds.

And made sure to tell my parents I was enjoying spending time with them. And that I appreciate them.

I realised I still need help. Medically and with getting a grip on my depression. Because it is kicking my ass harder than I can handle on my own.