Last month I went back on anti-depressants for the first time in more than 15 years. Its been more than a month now and I can say life has gotten more manageable. I am really glad I went to the doctor when I did though, I can't even imagine how the last couple weeks would have gone without that visit.

You see, I lost my grandmother a couple weeks ago.It was sudden and quick. In a way it was likely what she would have wanted. She had been in the nursing home for some time and was very unhappy. She never wanted to be in such a place. My last visit with her was really good and I have been mentally preparing for it for sometime now.

Still, she was essential to raising me and was one of the most important people in my life. It will be hard to carry on, but I will manage because that is what she would have wanted. Iam proud to have known her and have been loved by her. It has left me with this feeling that I need to make my own mark, though I don't know what that means exactly.