The Annual Winter Depression is starting to wind down. Finally. This year, instead of binge drinking with people I hardly know, I've been isolating myself and cleaning my house. I think the cleaning might be more about my anxiety... it calms me down and centers me. But who am I kidding; I can't tell the difference. Co-morbidity, anyone? In all honesty, I think these patterns are things I'll need to learn to live with, and I'm doing just that. You know, accessing my support systems, exercising, getting out of bed. Now if only I could get this damn car transaction taken care of...