February
February used to be my least favorite month. There are a lot of terrible things that happened in February throughout my life, especially during my high school years, and I generally just fell into a deep depression and just *existed* during the month of February. Lucky for me, it's the shortest month of the year. But that changed two years ago. In February 2015 I had just spent Christmas and New Years alone, and was set for the trifecta with Valentines Day looming ahead. I was blessed by my best friend Karis coming to spend her first married Valentines Day with me. I was even more blessed a week later when I met Ryan. So here we are today. I wrote a blog post in September (here's a link) about some of my battle with depression, I ended it in a way similar to the way I will end this post. In February from the year 2008 until 2015 I suffered greatly. I found nothing but pain and despair in a month most people associate with love. This February I'm celebrating my one
