I went horse riding today with my best friend, whom I haven't seen for ages, and it was magical. There were the odd wallabies and kangaroos hopping around in the distance. And lamas! I don't know who decided that it would be a good idea to farm lamas, but whoever it was I'm eternally grateful for having those oddball creatures get as numerous as cows and sheep in the country. I don't think I'm ever going to get over living in Australia. It's like living in Narnia or Middle Earth. And now I'm crazy sore and I love my horse and I want to keep it forever.

It was so great to gallop through open fields in the sun, and feel like there is life yet to come. That there is hope in the future.

Six months ago the only thing that kept me going was stubbornness. I've only recently started feeling like myself again.

But sometimes things are good, and not just bearable.

And thank you so much to everyone who wrote about their experiences with antidepressants!