We finally have some substantial snow. We usually start with snow around here in October, but not this year. We have had snow, but is has melted away. Not this time, for we have gotten 6 inches in the past 24 hours. So now we can sing..."it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas..." You see, it is not Christmas to me, unless there is white on the ground.
Unfortunately I am still in the middle of a depression cycle. I wish I could feel comfortable telling people that I want to curl up on the floor in the fetal position. I don't though. I can just imagine millions of people running away from me screaming that I am some sort of freak. I hate this so much. You ever feel like you are not only at the end of your rope, but you are at the end of the last string, of the last frey of the rope. I wish my therapist would just tell me the truth about me being incurable. I think him telling me that all the therapy in the world, and all the medication in the world won't help me, would at least validate my thoughts. He tells me that we will work through everything, and get me to the point of not doing the therapy thing, but I just don't see it happening.

TIS THE SEASON TO BE CRABBY, BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA BLAAAAAAAAA