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My cousin will have been married for a year in May. A week or so ago, she messaged me on Facebook with a warning about how hard marriage is and how I shouldn't rush into anything.
I've been thinking about that a lot lately. How hard would be, really, for me to marry him? Would it really be the hardest thing we've ever done? Yeah, obviously, it wouldn't be easy. We're both young, and I don't feel like I'm ready to get married just yet. I really think that if we could make it through the next couple years, with the recession and being in school and all of that, I think we could make it through pretty much anything.
And here's the thing. I want to marry him. I want to establish a career for myself, for him to establish his own; I especially want to be happy and financially stable and secure. Once that happens, I want to have kids with him, I want to raise our kids and I want to spend the rest of our lives together and grow old together. I see these little old couples, as happy together as when they first met, and I can only hope that we end up that way.

I've been on the new meds for four days now. I don't know if it's just a placebo effect type thing, but I really do feel better already, and that gives me a lot of hope. The downside? I have all of the side effects. No bueno.