I get knocked down, but I get up again

I am the best at something. My bookclub told me so.

On Friday night I cancelled my pity party and went to bookclub instead. Supposedly we were there to discuss The Chaperone (we unanimously agree that it’s an awesome book) but instead I found myself getting a pep talk by a group of loving, caring women who reminded me that I am good enough, I’m smart enough and doggone it, people like me! I’m good at having friends. I have a lot of friends and for that I am very, very blessed.

Thanks for worrying about me. This life of mine is a cycle though and even though I do occasionally get knocked down into the cycle of depression, I get up again…