How simple it is to acknowledge that all the worry in the world could not control the future. How simple it is to see that we can only be happy now, and that there will never be a time when it is not now.

You’ve got to reach bedrock to become depressed enough before you are forced to accept the reality and enormity of the problem.

Love me, hate me, hurt me or kill me. I keep fighting.

You know what is beautiful? A real conversation with a real person.