The most inconvenient time to have an emotional epiphany might just be while driving down a busy highway. Cars whizzing by at unsafe speeds around each bend, children arguing incessantly in the background over who farted, and miles of haphazardly placed construction cones apparently weren't enough to occupy my mind. It came seemingly out of nowhere. My eyes were suddenly stinging, and I had to throw on the scratched gas station sunglasses I thankfully had in reach to hide pools of uncontrollable tears threatening to pour down my face. Something about a weekend in the mountains cleared my head and made room for the first truly rational thoughts I had all day. Memories of placing blame and finding fault made me sick inside. I realized almost immediately that much of the pain I have felt over the last year is entirely in my control, and therefore it is entirely my fault. My pride was bruised - and it was hard to admit - but I knew right then that the months of depression and