May is a tough month for me. The fifth was the uh... anniversary of my Brother's death in 2006. The fifteenth will be the anniversary of my Mother's death in 2007. It's not so long really, but it's an awful long time to be broken.
Now, I know in the past, I've promised that things would change. It wasn't a lie exactly so much as a promise I couldn't keep. Even now, it's not like I'm going to flip a switch and be over it. The past six (or seven) years have paid some of that cost, but they've also exacted their own toll.
But the recent past, being all recent and all, has spurred some changes. Positive ones, I think, though self-diagnosis is problematic at best. It is what it is. I promise to try as much as I can. It's the most I can offer.