When I was LIttle

Although I don't really remember much....

In first or second grade, I wrote a STORY (during creative writing time) about a bank being robbed.

At the END of the story, I wrote that I died and no one cared/ missed me.

Because of the STORY my mom had to meet with my teacher and later sat me don at home for a talk.

She said that her, dad, morgan and the rest of the family loved me and WOULD care if I died.

They made me throw away my NOTEBOOK and my teacher gave me a brand new red one.

So I guess you could argue that I have always been a sad ANXIETY filled sometimes depressive individual.

But, I try and FIGHT through it.

Although somedays I might not feel like getting out of bed and TACKLING life, I do.

PILLS would probably make my life a billion times easier.

However that WON'T happen.

Because, somewhere deep inside me I believe that I can fight the sadness, anxiety, and lack of motivation by MYSELF.

It's a battle that will not be WON today, tomorrow, the next day, or the day after that.

For me it will probably be a life long battle to LOVE myself.

But I feel that I CAN make it.

And I guess if I don't, at least I will always know that I TRIED.

:)

xoxoxo courtney