Impulse

This is my first blog post--ever.

I think that's the way most writers begin their blogs, by admitting that they have never written a blog post before, and then admitting their feelings. So I think I'll do the same.

I'm really scared about this, posting all my fears and failures on a forum for the whole world to see, but I think that this blog will finally force me to admit everything I want to pretend never was. I want to push past my depression so very badly. I want to live again; I want to breathe fresh air; I want to dream happy dreams; I want to fall into an easy sleep each night with a huge, sloppy smile on my face again. I just want to be happy. If anything, I think that this is a noble goal.

I'll never tell anyone that I am doing this, though. It'll be my dirty little secret, my personal savior edging me on. Healing, I think, is a very personal thing. No one else can do it for you. And if I'm scared about revealing my true emotions to the world, I'm most scared that my friends and family will find out. The carnage would be incredible... I've been denying my depression for so long...

Well, finally I come out. Here goes...