Friday, May 22, 2015

There is nothing worse than depression. Not in this life. But I have to think that there is a way out. If I stop believing that, then I am not sure there is much else I can do. I will have to live with it. While I am sure that this will not be easy, it is all I know, it's all I am used too. Oh sure I have flashes of light, but as I grow older they seem to be less and less frequent... these light flashes. I look upon them as a sort of hope for the future, that everything will be okay. Maybe I'm just lonely. I don't know.