When you look at the world through smoke colored glasses and a little light breaks in- it is a very, big deal. Much of the time, one must make their own light. I actively work on an optimistic attitude. I try to see the best in people and forgive their worst. All this does not change my depression. I am learning to smile through tears and in spite of them. When you ask me how I am doing I have learned to lie and say the thing that I know will make you go away and leave me alone. No one wants the truth.
I keep writing because I hope that one of these days I will have something to report. I keep writing because I need to feel like I belong to something outside the sickness. I keep writing in spite of my better judgement...who wants to read this crap? Please pardon the redundancy of these posts. I don't know....I'm just gonna keep at it until something gives.
Something is going to give.