About six months ago I wrote post about living with depression and bore some of my inner most thoughts. Well today it has been about 1.5 years since I was diagnosed with depression, and 2 years since my boob job - they are not related I promised. Why do I mention my boob job - well it helped my self esteem, but there was still a part of me that was not happy. So I went to the doctor and got diagnosed. Winter is the worst season for me. I am not sure if it is bad for anyone else. But it always has been, no matter the time of the year, the festivities, the people I am surrounded with, I usually just slap a smile on my face and go with the flow. Here is what I am going to forewarn you about - I am not a hermit. A hermit is someone who never leaves their house for any reason. I am too broke and too young to be a hermit. However, I do love to be a home. I am a homebody. In the winter the days get shorter and it feels like night time can last for hours. Then when the sun comes out,
A blog about a 28 year old, single, LDS, and "career" woman trying to get through life. I write about work, life, and sometimes I throw in some (what I call) humor regarding my life.