I'm kinda the one always asking for help from others. My opinions are NEVER asked for if I give it it is because I choose to. Everyone says I have a great smile, but I have to MAKE myself smile because I'm never really happy. I've not been truly happy since I graduated high school over 17 years ago. Helping others isn't anything I can do because of my disability I usually NEED more help than I can give.

Today my depression was made that much worse by the sudden death of a cousin that I call my aunt because she was always more than just a cousin. She had a heart attack and I'm not aware that she even had any heart problems.