If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you
If you've read my stuff, you may find it hard to believe I'm not a completely morbid conversationalist. What I've posted is stuff I've written for myself, mostly as a coping strategy for my depression. I've decided to share it because while I was recovering I remember I used to read other's poetry and weep. Deep, chest-wracking sobs. I cried out of identification, I knew that feeling. Knowing you're not alone, as clichéd as it sounds, is very useful - or at least was to me. Maybe I can help others feel that, who knows?