Last year, I couldn't bring myself to be optimistic about anything. I thought this is it. I am going to be miserable like this as long as I live. I sobbed every night, didn't feel safe in my own house, I worried myself, lost a pile of hair, got bald in one spot of my scalp. I worried that my brother would never be okay again, he would always have this impractical thoughts and the problems would go on and on forever. Here's the thing, I still got problems in my life but I am not miserable, I am depressed though, I sleep overly obsessively and since I am on my semester break, I seriously don't find any motive to wake up in the mornings....But one thing is different. I feel like I am gonna be okay. I have this optimism in me now, that whatever happens, I will be able to tackle it. I have it in me. No matter how belittle my parents make me feel at times, I know I am not a wasted space, I can do what I will to, the universe will help me be what I want to... Being a daug...