For as long as I can remember, I have had on and off depressive episodes accompanied by an unavoidable misery. When my dad passed away two months ago, and my sister betrayed us all with her greed, I thought that I had reached my limit. After all of the heartbreak, disappointment, depression, and death experienced in my life, I didn’t think I was going to make it. To be honest, I still don’t. But I am trying. And that’s what matters.