It's taken time and a lot of work, but I'm coming up.  I'm not 100% yet, but I'm getting there.  My final semester of my Bachelor degree is underway.  My only real debt is my student loans.  I enjoy my job (for the most part).  I'm no longer taking medication.  I've come to terms with Will's general absence.  I'm working on my spirituality.  I've been on two dates with the same guy...with a third scheduled for tomorrow.  I enjoy being with him, and he seems to like me...at least well enough to want to continue going out with me. 

I don't feel tingles and butterflies like I use to when I was interested in someone.  In a lot of ways he's not what I think I want, but he's taller, older, and intriguing, so I'm willing to see if it goes anywhere.  I want to love someone, at least for a while; someone to look forward to seeing and spending time with.

I'm done with the Weasel and Bobpi.  I'm done being afraid of being in a relationship.  I'm done being afraid of being happy.  I've isolated myself and pushed everyone away, blaming the depression when maybe it's just fear.  I don't know, but I'm changing the way I look at things, the way I go about doing things...especially interactions with people.  I've burned bridges and I don't think I'll ever be able to be the kind of friends I want to be with certain people, but I have to learn from what's happened, let it go, and move forward with a better perspective and way of doing things.

I hope it gets better.  I hope it continues to get better.  I'm doing my best, I hope it's good enough.