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April 1, 2012
That's the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it's impossible to ever see the end. The fog is like a cage without a key.
~Elizabeth Wurtzel

This morning before the morning session of conference started, I snapped this photo. It doesn't really do justice to the fog that hung over my backyard, but I like it anyway.

This has been a hard winter for me. I don't know that I've ever felt such depression, and many times it felt like there was no end in sight. But, I had to keep plugging away and getting out of bed every day for my kids. Now that it's April, I'm finally beginning to feel the end of it.

Spring will come.