Kind of a downer.

I can't believe it's been so long since I've posted. Weymouth Baby hasn't stopped growing -- I just stopped writing.

I am trying very hard to have a stiff upper lip about being diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. I really am. But the truth is that some days I just want to lay down and never get up. It has, of course, nothing to do with Theo, whom I love and cherish with a ferocity I can't explain. But depression has beaten the sh*t out me. Right now I'm down. And down is not just down. It's DOWN. Way way down where bad bad things happen. Where life stops making sense. Where strength and determination aren't an option or a choice, something I can will myself into. As hard as that may be to believe. And unless you've ever experienced this, it all probably just seems like a bunch of nonsense. Pick yourself up. Dust yourself off.

OK.

I guess it doesn't matter anymore what people think. Theo. Jon. These are my people and we're trudging along.

And I have this gorgeous baby to wake up to every morning: