It's so hard to find the place somewhere in the middle of the best and worst I've felt.

We may seem fine, even when the pain remains right there beneath our surface.

My sadness is beautiful. It infuses everything I do. It is at the core of my identity and always has been, just as happiness is in some people. I refuse to be told that it's a flaw. I will not mute it with medications for the sake of society. I will hold it close to me and celebrate it rightfully while the rest of the world fails to see it for what it is and it will be their loss.

I don't possess these thoughts I have --- they possess me. I don't possess these feelings I have --- They obsess me.

If you manage to live long enough, most of your greatest fears become fond memories to look back on.

It's always almost Autumn, down here at Rock Bottom.