I think at one point in time I probably thought that life was (or could be beautiful), but things just haven't panned out for me. Many of the things that I hoped to be able to do someday, just aren't going to happen. Maybe if my daughter starts to pull out of her depression and I can get to a point where I am not constantly worried about her I can get back to where I can look forward to things, I'm not sure I can get there though. Of course, the chances that my daughter will get to the point where I don't worry, are looking worse all the time. Over a year in an active, deep clinical depression, and still looking for the right combo of meds that will work for her.