Today seemed to go by so quickly.



I woke up and did my usual stuff. I didn't make breakfast because Anthony was heading to physical therapy so I just ate something small (and unhealthy) by myself to tide over until he came home.

I continued to brainstorm and work on my next novel. I'm laying out the foundations. It's really really inspiring that I'm getting that passionate feeling back. I missed it so much and I need it. Writing is a huge part of me and I want to do it. I just lost the spark. And whoosh...it's been found again.

I find myself missing Ashley, Dennis, and Co. I usually don't take to people so well, so quickly, but they just have a nice aura about them and it makes me feel comfortable/safe. Anthony understands it so he told me I could go over whenever I wanted - I.E. he'd personally help me get there. He's really sweet.

I feel the whispers of depression calling out to me and I am doing my best to ignore them. I need to be strong. I can't let it drag me down again. I've gone almost a year without it rearing it's ugly head (I don't know why it always seems to attack me at this time of year) but I'm going to fight it. I won't let it beat me. I won't.

I just need to keep busy and I need to keep my mind on things. I can do it.

Tomorrow I go back to work. Ugh. But I'll be making money. That's always good.