Making our annual voyage to VA Beach... stopping in Washington DC for the day. I am already sick of being in the car. But not really looking forward to walking around all afternoon either. Vacation when you're pretty badly depressed is no fun. Hoping when we get to the ocean that will perk me up a bit.

I saw t yesterday actually cried, but him commenting on the fact that he has never really seen tears from me was enough recognition of my crying to make me snap back those tears. I told him that I was thinking about staying home this week and not going with my family and he tried his very hardest to convince me that it was not a good idea to be alone all week. With my SI and all.. I suspect if I hadn't promised him I would go that he would called my husband.

Why is it I miss him the most when I am at my lowest?