You deserve love.

The hardest thing about being depressed for me is that overwhelming sense of repetition.  In feelings, in thoughts, in my mind, a replay of events happens over and over.  What truly went wrong?  What makes sense?  Are my friends bored, sick and tired of hearing the same melancholy story?  Should I allow myself to be…

Two tears in a bucket…

Today is different.  Tomorrow will be great.  And last night, well, last night I had a “come to Jesus” with myself. I’m over this.  I am so over this emotional roller coaster over someone who, quite frankly, doesn’t deserve my love.  I realized so much after I finished typing my post last night.  I said…

Already gone.

One of my most meaningful possessions is a notebook my mother wrote for me in the early 90’s.  In it, page after page, she expresses her story in the hopes that as I grow up, I will be able to have more understanding and acceptance of what has happened in life.  Each entry, she reminds…