However, I thank God every day for the support and love of my parents, who never waver in their efforts to bring joy to a seemingly terminal depressed 23-year old. Through the Seton Hall meltdown to far too many surly days, they are my rock and my light. I shudder at the thought of where I would be without them. When many would have given up on a wayward, ill soul as myself, they never did.
I'm feeling better and getting better. Onward and forward.