I think that maybe I'm not depressed anymore. I've been going to the duck pond some with the boys and I  have finally gotten over my life long fear of geese. I know that sounds funny a grown woman afraid of a silly goose. I feel happy. As I drifted off to sleep the other night I had a sudden anxiety attack over mortality and the brevity of life. I felt so scared, and helpless, I don't know what brought it on but when I woke up in the morning I was rational. Life is temporary and I am cool with that. I don't have a lot to say today. Some good things happening in my life. Still feeling a bit reclusive.