It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to

It was my birthday last week. I wasn’t in a good place. I had had one of those months where my hormones play havoc with my state of mind, but it dragged on longer than usual. I found myself lying there debating if I was depressed. I mean, yes. I was feeling depressed, sad, low.Continue reading “It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to”