I want to say thank you to everyone who has reached out and talked to me. It is helping. I still have a lot of fear and worry about what is going to happen to me and whether I am going to get well, but I am able to put it aside a little bit and sometimes think hopefully about the future. Yesterday I made the bed without feeling as if I needed to cry because the task was so hard. It didn't feel quite as hard to make a lunch this morning. I still find it hard to put on makeup like I used to wear (haven't been able to do it), and I still haven't really put anything into my crock pot or really cooked for the past five months--except once-- but maybe that will change too. It's been so long--a year and a half that feels like ten--since I've been normal, not depressed. Thank you for helping me to keep hope alive.