OK, so I survived the weekend. Booooooooooooring at work. But I did go see a movie Sunday night. Sis and I went to see Garfield. It wasn't all that bad, but I'm sooooo glad that we went on a dead night, because the few kids that were in the theater were just obnoxious. I don't know if I could have handled sitting in a crowded theater full of kids, but I survived the show.

On Monday, I had a chance to talk with a friend and share with him some of my personal history - the depression, the anxiety, the panic attacks, and the probable source of those issues. He shared with me about the abuse he endured as a child. In the nearly three years that I've known him, I never would have guesses. My brother and I have often discussed how well we turned out despite our background. In my friend, I saw someone else who has built a successful life around the obstacles he had.

It is possible to overcome great adversity. We're living proof.