This morning I felt a sense of despair. I was taking stalk of my life and I became very depressed for about an hour. I know intellectually I have to be "active" in changing my life. I am slowly coming to terms that there are no fairy tales; no one is going to rescue me. I don't know why it took me so long to come to that realization.

I let myself cry. Now I feel better. I am currently going over my game plan on how to improve my life. This gives me "hope".