Most days— I feel alright. I can take on the world. I can stand tall and be proud of who I am and look uncertainty and opposition square in the face.
Most days— The world ticks right on by as it should. The sun shines each day, the Moon shines a reflection of the Sun each night, as if to somehow perpetuate the day.
Most days— are good days. I want to share everything with everyone.

But Then


Some days— I feel like shit. My body doesn't want to do anything. I just want to lay down and let the world swallow me up.
Some days— It seems that the words I speak fall on deaf ears, the feeling that I'm being ignored even though I know I'm not. The Winter brings with it another spiral of depression. Each year I must face and defeat this challenge. Each year it doesn't get any easier, and I know it makes those around me suffer needlessly.. which just perpetuates the depression.
Some days— are not very good days. I want to keep everything to myself, because it isn't worth sharing.


I hope spring gets here fast
I hate winter