When I was a teen, I did a lot of creative writing. I got away from it as I got older. We with any type of mental illness tend to be a creative bunch, but sometimes, especially with depression, it is hard to see your blessings, let alone count them.

So last night I was sitting at my table with one of my new cool notebooks (I have a thing for them) knowing I wanted to write SOMETHING, just not sure what. Then I got an idea.

What if you had written a best seller book? What would your dedications at the front be? I wrote more than I would put in said imaginary book, but I was amazed at how many people I have in my life I truly care about and that I know care about me!

Try it! You'll be surprised!