"I love it"
I nearly fell from my chair when I read her message. I hadn't heard her say "love" for about four years. I didn't count my blessing though, I know how it works. There are no victories in depression, only little windows of light, but this one was bright enough to make everything better for a moment.
She's nose-dived all the way to the bottom since, this happened a month ago.
But for now we are still breathing. More than I thought possible when I wrote the first entry.
