Most days I do not. Since no one reads this, I guess it’s OK to speak a bit freely. I do not have a terrible life. It’s better than a lot of people out there. Not the BEST life, but I have a family, I have a job, I have a roof over my head, and I have food. Basics, right?
Then why do I feel so alone and hopeless and like I’m stuck in a rut, a rut that is quicksand and I will NEVER be able to get out? Little things bring a smile to my face every day, however they are not enough to get me out of this awful place, this hopelessness.