It seems impossible, I know it does. I giggled so hard lastnight I nearly wet myself and she gawked at me in disbelief. I am still capable of laughter...

Yet, she leaves me alone on my "down" days, where I can't be bothered to get dressed, when I'm quiet and distant. She doesn't use miserable to describe me anymore and I try very hard not to take it out on her like I once did. I try very hard not to take things the way I use to and I know I'll be fine again.