Its ok to break down crying. Its ok to be depressed.

I don't like dealing with all this stuff and more either. I don't know what choice I have, it is the hand life dealt me. It is not fair, life sucks.

When I was in 7th grade and started having depressions neither my parents or I had a clue. I would come home with bad grades and I would get punished. That was the last thing I needed. I needed help. It was right about then I started self medicating with drugs and alcohol. This went on for 17 years before I finally reached out for help. It was pretty ugly by this point. I was 32.

Life is a WE game. I can't do it alone, it is too much. If my car breaks down I ask for help or bring it to a mechanic, I can't fix it. If I break my arm I go to a doctor to let him fix it, I can't fix it. When I had to get clean and sober I went to AA, I couldn't fix it. If there is something wrong with my head I go to the head doctors so we can figure out how to fix it. I can't but WE can.