I need to do another intense thinking session. The Two Weeks of Hell are over.
Acceptance seemed possible.
It may be, I just need to regroup.

There is very little to me that isn't negative.
My depression has made it much more difficult for me to connect.
I want this all to be for something. All these years of pain. I don't want them to be like a coma.
I can't be myself because of the hole inside of me.
I still need a life.
It's hard for me to be around people because I have so little to offer them.

What's next?
I need to think about all these years.
I really do.
What does it all mean?
There must be something I can do.

What do I know about besides sports?
Same problems.