My writings on this blog have become fewer and further between. My good moods have also become further and further apart. What do I have to be unhappy about? I'm alive, I'm healthy, the weather is nice again (sunny and warmish and the trees are full of brilliant colour). There is a roof over my head, food in the cupboard, bills are getting paid. My family loves me, and I have many wonderful friends, both near and far. I am dating a man who challenges me on a daily basis to get to who I am as a person, the one he can see and knows is in there, and the one he knows I want to be too. In a nutshell, there isn't much I have to be unhappy about.

But yet I often feel unhappy.