The past 5 months have been the toughest of my life without a doubt! However, after a two week stint in a Psychiatric Hospital from July 10 - 24 and intensive therapy of all different kinds since then, I emerge a new butterfly, shitting glitter, riding colourful rainbows on my unicorn. Yep, the meds are working.

Seriously, I have had to do a lot of "growing up" in the past five months and I have also had to shift some of my thought processes and behaviours. I have been diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder, but it is under control.

DH and I are back together (a long and very very very painful story).

Got a couple of job interviews lined up and am doing some on-line studies. Lost 10Kg and looking great!

I'm just doing what I need to do for ME. I have learned, and am still learning, to look after myself and to speak to myself as I would to someone I love.