...and back again...I seem to be fluctuating between depression and anxiety. I'm so regretful of the past (hence the self-imposed moniker), and so fearful of the future. Though I'm up and "functioning" I am just going through the motions. For me, the most excruciating part of this depression is knowing that I wasn't always like this. I long for feeling even a bit content. It's becoming more difficult by the day to keep this up...Thanks for reading, just needing to vent...