When I was young things weren’t always perfect but we managed. I didn’t know any better but what I did know was not to ask any questions as I didn’t want to seem like an ungrateful child. As I got older things still haven’t made sense to me and I became more confused about who I was and what was my purpose in life. How can you live every day thinking you have no purpose? To be honest not many people know I suffer from depression and anxiety because I try to be the most outgoing around those who are also suffering from something as we all do. I have a bad habit of putting other people’s feelings before my own. I’m selfless and would give the shirt off my back to someone in need. Unfortunately, that has gotten me in trouble in the past. People start to take your niceness as an advantage and they start to use you. You don’t know any better until you get hurt. Maybe those are the life lessons we need in life to understand reality or is that just a cruel punishment from being the way we are? I ask myself is it worth getting hurt. When someone who deals with depression we tend not to care anymore about getting hurt as there’s not much more you can do to hurt us. Makes me wonder if I will ever get better.