I wish I was a naturally clever writer. One who is able to write endlessly. One who can be thought provoking or humorous...or better yet, both. But, I'm not...I probably will never be. But, it's okay. I'm happy with my mediocre writing skills.
I struggle daily. With my weight. With my mind. I've battled depression since I was 14. As of March 2008, I've been a year without cutting.
I never look for sympathy. I can say these things publicly because I'm not ashamed of what I've been through...or what I go through. I say these publicly in the hopes that someone...somewhere...who is going through the same things that I've been through...will know that they are not alone.
Okay...enough with the cheesiness.
