It has now been one whole month since all this crap began.  Since February 14th I have puked from just thinking about things, had some serious multiple personality problems (think Golem when he talks to himself), broke down (does that mean cry?) from watching video game footage, have wanted to die, have repeatedly been convinced not to leave the house by my family, you name it.

But the great thing about hitting rock bottom is that you can only go up, the wind's at my back now.  I've been stressed out before, I guess what makes this particular episode special is that I've been MUCH more open about it.

I seriously have been recovering though.  This stress was inevitable, and now it's out of the way.  I have so much to be thankful for.  I am strengthened by my faith, by my loving family, and by my precious friends.  I have come out of this stronger than I went in.