An Open Letter

I don’t know, I just felt better. I was a little bit worried because I’ve been kind of slipping down into depression consistently, and bailing myself out at what feels like the last second. But I did some tasks that I had been putting off and went and worked out gently because I’m still injured. I was looking for more photos to potentially used for my hinge, and I ended up finding a couple that I thought were great candidates. But I also went down memory lane, and that made me feel happy. I’m happy I’m alive, and I’m happy that my life is a good one that I have worked hard for.