I wallowed in my depression pity party.

I’m okay with the wallowing.

I’m better with the fact that when the wallowing was turning to tears I said, “Fuck this. If it’s broken, crying won’t fix it. If it’s actually worth all this fuss then there is no need to cry.”

I got up today and took the damn pill.

I got a card yesterday. It contained 4 magic words.

“U R the best.”

And gottdammit I am.

And once I make myself accept that fact, the rest of the world will fall in line.

So, World? As of now, you are on notice. I am getting ready to kick my own ass and then you and I are going toe to toe. You’ve been warned.

(Thank you for having my back.)