And the erratic sleeping patterns continue, but I’m doing much better today. That has a lot to do with a much needed conversation I had last night. I realized that I need to be more open to the people closest to me about how I process my emotions and how my depression sometimes affects my actions. It feels like I’ve grown tremendously since Mom died, particularly within the last two months, which I suppose was somewhat out of necessity. I’m excited for what’s to come.