Life's what you make it...

I have a hand written journal that I use for my really private thoughts. I have found that I haven't needed it lately because I have found people in my life that I feel comfortable telling things to. I have found that I can work it out with them rather then try to deal with it myself, which was my main reason for it. I will still keep it because there will always be something but not always constant that I will need it for.

My depression is still there and come Monday morning I always wake up with terrible anxiety but I have friends and family to help me through this. Really good people that I know I can count on. I was told something on Friday that actually really bothered me. Normally I would have gotten out my journal but instead I went and talked to two people about it, just to get it out. I'm not going to write about it because I realize I shouldn't worry about it. My mom said "Often the things you worry about the most never happen and the things you never expected to happen do," I liked this because I think sometimes it is true and I want to apply it to what was bothering me over the weekend.

My brother, Bill, Dani and the two youngest kids came down to visit this weekend. It was one of those weekends that I felt was so nice that I wanted to take it, put it in a box and wrap it. Then give it to someone else so that they could enjoy a weekend like that just as much as I did.

Dani took my scrapbook home and said that she would work on it for me with her marvelous scrapbooking skills. Alyssa woke up in the middle of the night crying for her mom so I went in to see if I could calm her down and she stopped crying immediately and asked me to stay with her. We watched Mary Poppins on DVD and Dani and I went shopping all Sunday morning. I bought clothes and she bought a lot of scrapbooking stuff in the scrapbook store. We had pizza saturday night and Zack met them for the first time. It was just a generally nice weekend.

It was the kind of weekend I'd like to remember forever.