It’s funny. I can pinpoint the exact time depression set in this time. I was sitting on the couch downstairs watching Gilmore Girls while my husband was out watching the niece and nephew play soccer when it happened. I think it was being left alone for too long and too often that did it. That usually affects me in some way, but this time it was bad. I hope I’m not in it for very long. I have such a hard time getting through the hole to see the light at the end. I know it will get better, and that it always does, but sometimes it feels like forever before it happens.