Not a train, but is it truly the end of the tunnel?

Well, it's that time of the month again, and I'm not depressed! I've been so good, so me the last week or so and although I'm feeling kind of lackluster and scatter-brained, I'm not suicidal at all. Which is huge, considering how I felt at these times the last few months.

I've mentioned before that I have PCOS. One of the things that it does is mess up your menstrual cycle. For me that meant going years at a time without a period. Which is why the doctor who diagnosed me didn't think I'd be able to conceive.

However. Since weaning Gabrielle I've started cycling again. Every month. I have never been this regular in my life. The problem is, I've been having the lowest points of my depression during my PMS and the week of my period. Horrible, horrible, can hardly keep from hurting myself because everything is so hopeless and the only solution I can see is to end it all, depression. So, realizing I was cycling, I warned the husband to keep an eye on me and braced myself to deal with the chemical hurricane.

But this month, it isn't happening! At least not yet. So far, all is well. And I kind of think it's going to stay that way for the rest of the week, too. It's so nice to feel good! I hope this means I've turned the corner on this depression, finally.