I'm here and doing well.

Had my second swim class last night. Really enjoying it. I was so nervous, because I felt like I was too old and fat to go out in public in a swim suit. But I'm so glad I went ahead and did it. The teacher is great. The other students are nice. And being in the water is great. It's been years since I've been to the pool. I thought I'd go to my grave without ever working up the nerve.

My son was depressed last night. I see him going through that cycle again. As soon as he starts feeling happier he gets worried that he's "too happy," that he doesn't "deserve" it, that other people will envy him his good fortune. He starts ruminating on that. Pretty soon he's depressed and on the downward slide. Maybe the cycles are inevitable and all I can hope for is that when he goes down, he doesn't go as far down as he has in the past.