I'm getting back to happy. I noticed this as I was driving this morning belting out "When Doves Cry" and "Nobody's Supposed to be Here," to my husband's chagrin. I realized that I haven't done that in a long time. Singing, although I'm no Beyoncé...I'm not even a Rihanna, makes me happy. Now that I've acknowledged it...

Step one: cooking and learning new techniques.

Step two: writing.

It's high time for Monica to get back to Monica. Depression is real, and please know that a smile may be the biggest coverup. Sometimes you smile and laugh to keep from breaking down. That has been my existence for the past several months, but I'm finished with it. God has been too good to me; I matter too much to let my circumstances overcome me.

However, I'm not completely out of the woods. I can just feel the light, and it feels good.