Its hard sometimes to get out of the depressive rut and that is even harder to do when you have so much to say but can’t find the right words. I’ve been struggling again with being able to express myself or even process my thoughts in a concise manner…that makes it hard to vent.

I don’t post often or more in depth thoughts not out of neglect for what I want my venting process to be but for the simplistic reason of; I can’t. It may seem like an excuse to someone who can’t relate but the easiest things are what’s the hardest: Getting out of bed has got to be the most challenging thing I do all day followed by actually walking out the door.

I know that things will get better, I know better than most the meaning of perseverance and pulling through, I’ve just have to wait for that and keep myself strong until then.