There will be swearing

Welcome to the new blog.  It's basically the same as the old blog; there will be swearing.

Where were we?  I was complaining about the nose dive life took 4 years ago.  Maybe I wasn't that specific, but that's what was under the surface.  Four years of depression later and I am still depressed.  Long-term depression is a bitch, folks.  Things have changed for the better, but they aren't the right changes.  That sounds ungrateful.  And here is the problem with my depression: I know that our life seems great and that if I complain or seem sad I look like an asshole.  Sometimes I am just being an asshole, but often it's more than that.  I'd love to be one of those people who are gracious in their struggles; I'd also love to be 5 inches taller.  Neither one is going to happen.  I am never going to be okay with the fact that I have to shove a catheter up my urethra every time I need to empty my bladder.  I will never stop missing Scotland and the life we had in the UK.  I would like to be able to think back on those times without seeing everything we lost when we had to come back to the US, but I honestly don't know how to get to that point.  

I guess this blog will be my attempt to focus on what we have now.  Longview, Texas isn't a terrible place.