Why do I share? I asked myself this the other day. Why am I wanting to share this so much? It’s because it’s too good to keep to myself. You see, I’ve been the person that sits in her bed, days on end, utterly depressed. I’ve known what it feels like to think Heaven would be a punishment for me. Who would want to live forever, feeling so hopeless and empty? I surely didn’t. I was just going through the motions of life, waiting for the quietness of the end to still my mind.