I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life

but its not quite right.

Sounds like us, doesn’t it? Sounds like every single story, person, and moment I’ve ever known. I love too much, that’s my problem. The emotional part of my brain has been overloaded, and I can’t seem to give anymore. Except, love is all I know. Love, and hurt. Hurting because I can’t express the fact that all I want is to love, to hug everyone. Can’t express the fact that I must deal with depression alone. Depression keeps you ever-so-isolated, and its hard when no one you know understands you because they haven’t been though it themselves. I think the intimate relationship I’ve had with emotional pain means I can appreciate and treasure love so much more than I could ever have before. It’s hard, because you want to cry out to someone, but in revealing your pain you hurt them too. I am so lucky to have people who love me, really love me.

Attitude is everything. It can make or break a business, a home, and you. Never give in to self pity of pessimism. Because, no matter if it keeps getting worse, it can always get better, and thats what you have to live for.