I'm 30 days out from my last depressive episode. Honestly, mine began in the summer of last year. For about 3 months I continued to push through and put on the "nothings wrong" face. By SeptemberI was ready to crumble--it was the first time I sought therapy since college.

It can be tricky because it can seem as though I'm coming out of depression (or I am out) and then the rug is pulled out from under me. That happended a couple of times since the summer. I realize I have to pay more attention to my mood and know the difference between that and moments of sadness.

It's kinda scary not being depressed. It's like you're anticipating that rug being pulled again.

I just hope that those of you that are still enveloped in that heavy cloud of depression can break through into the sunshine and I'm here to support you