I am excited about life. I didn't realize how depressed I was in New York until I left. I'm happy a lot here. I'm excited about things; I like myself, most of the time. Life isn't perfect; the same problems are still there. I had my first anxiety attack in months the day I took the bus back to MKE, and it was quite bad. But I feel better able to deal with these things, more hopeful, more willing to believe that the bad days are the exception and not the norm.
You guys, look what happens when the Packers shut out the Vikings at Lambeau, I get all silly and cheesy.