I had an awesome weekend with my son. We made last minute plans to go to a water park and then visit my mom and stepdad. My mom even abducted my car this morning when I was still asleep and had two new front tires put on it, got an oil change, filled the gas tank, and washed it for me. On the way home, we stopped and raced on the go-kart Indy track..

I hate my depression. I can go from being and feeling more than normal, and then a few hours later, when the excitement has worn off and it's back to the daily grind, I start slipping into sadness.

I can't even fully enjoy a new friendship because I don't want to get my hopes up and then have it end. If I think that it might become more than friends, then I'll just be crushed more when he decides he doesn't want that after all.