Holy Shit, She Lives.

Yep. Despite what you may have heard, I am still alive. It's been a very rough last couple of months but fuck that depressing shit. I think I could write a small novella on the drama and woe I've experienced since November, but I'm only gonna vent it in point form and move on. Very ill. Constant hospital stays. Cousin murdered. Leave off of work due to illness. No money. Grandma passed away. More sickness. Depression. Anti-depressants. More hospital. Uncle passed away.



*shakes head*

But I've learned that life does go on even when sometimes you wish it wouldn't. I've hurt more than I ever thought I could, but I also found out that time does heal a lot of wounds. I'm so far from fixed, but I'm trying and I'm sure I'll get there. I pushed it all behind me and wondered why I was only feeling worse and worse. Then I had an epiphany! Why carry on trying to hold yourself together when you can take a step back, and work on yourself, and try to fix what's been broken? That way you won't have to worry about holding it all together anymore.

I know. I am so uplifting. Hopefully I can keep up with this blogging again. I'm really boring. :P