About Me
I wake up every morning a little sad that I didn't die in my sleep. I'm not suicidal. I'm depressed as much as anyone I suppose. Something has always been a little off with me. Always. It doesn't mean I can't find happiness or love. Those moments are forever treasured. I love my husband. I love my children more than anything and who are the reason I put on a fake smile and suffer through the pain of living. (This post will come back around to why Kevin Smith is such a huge part of me being alive, promise.) The reason I know that something has always been wrong with me is because I was told so. My mother used to take me to the doctor ever since being born. I was born with jaundice and was severely anemia that required a few transfusions in my life. Also there is or was an iron shot that was probably worse than any other ever. Had to be injected and massaged in many different spots. Was constantly reminded how I cried for two years straight and she thou