Darlin', I'm almost 40. I'll be 40 in October, and I'm having a very hard time with it. Already!

I've been where you are now. I was there last year, as a matter of fact. I can't tell you how many times I cried on my balcony at my apartment and cried and repeating over and over, "I don't want to be here anymore..."

But I kept going. I had to have hope. I don't know why - but I did. My family, my friends and my job kept me from giving up. It didn't seem like much, but it was something.

I hope you find a glimpse of happiness within yourself to realize how much you mean to people - and how much you matter. Hope is a great thing, too. I'm in a completely different place than I was just a year ago.