Most people know that I hate February and that patterns in my life tend to show that my depression is usually at its worst. (This is why Teri was confused to find out that Winter is my favourite season - because I always talk about how February is so awful.)
This week has been very difficult, reminding me of so many terrible Februarys in the past. We are running into a lot of snags with our mortgage arrangements. The result of this is that I feel anxious all day only to go home and breakdown from the stress - crying off and on through the evenings. I know that it will get sorted out and every day things seem a little better, clearer, more hopeful.