One thing that depression robs from me (and probably most sufferers) is the ability to see the good around me. I know that when I am have difficulty with my depression it can be outstandingly difficult to appreciate the good things in my life, let alone the beauty.
Well, tonight I saw it. I saw the beauty. It was so gorgeous it practically screamed and begged to be noticed and appreciated. I even went and got my camera out for the first time in ages and took some pictures.
I’m taking this as a good sign… A sign that I may be starting to work my way out of this depressive episode.