March 1st

March 1st is one of my favorite days of the year, just behind Christmas and my anniversary. February is always the hardest month for me depression wise, and this February was no exception. In fact, this one was harder than others, because we started trying to figure out medication things again, which only compounded some of the usual struggle. March 1st is my day to celebrate surviving. It's my day to look forward to spring. It's always a day of hope. Things can only get better from here!!