With all that has followed me in life, it is almost too easy to want to give up. It is almost to easy to victimize myself and make nothing but excuses out of what I am being faced with daily. I grapple with my own mental health issues and not once am I giving the pass that has been ever so graced to others... but am I being "unfair" or "unrealistic" to even voice a complaint againt someone with mental health? Am I not well within my right to scream out loud that I too need a mental refresher, a 5-day long vacation on a tropical island where nobody from my side of reality can even reach me. Why do I have to push along with the idea that I am so happy on the inside and that I don't urn for a reality that has my face plastered as the poster child for someone who can only provide and isn't worthy of being provided to?! The haunting feeling of sensing that you are only worth what you can provide to another, what life-force can be drained from me today... I don't hate my reality I just wish the version of my reality was seen through the lens of those who critic it so heavily. I had to urge to type out "...not to rant" fuck that! I will rant, I will rave, I will bitch! I will cry and I will carry-on with grace.

Anywho, life goes on..

-Jenn