All Cried Out
Good afternoon, my Lovelies! I hope this blog finds you well and that you are living your best life. I also hope it finds you loved, and appreciated, and that the people in your life showered you with gifts yesterday to show you just how much you are loved and appreciated. Well, it happened. The depression has hit just as I knew it would, just as I told you in my last blog. Valentines Day was forgotten for me by the ones who say they love me, the ones I've given my heart to. I know I shouldn't let it get to me this way, but it does. And it sucks. It sucks to not feel the love that I'm told is there. I'm tired of crying. I've cried buckets for the better part of two weeks (not all prompted by the subject of this blog). Every time I think I have no tears left, more come pouring out of me. I'm tired of not feeling important. It would be lovely if words were backed up by actions. It would be lovely if when someone tells me they love me, they actually meant it instea...