Here’s to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald,
At some point in our lives, we can feel worthless. Especially when everything we set out to do doesn’t come to pass. Though it is never a wise idea to equate ability with self-worth, most of us are guilty. In the end, you realize it’s not what you do that makes you valuable but the person you are inside. That is the best legacy anyone can leave behind.
“One thing I learned, between addiction and depression? Depression a lot worse. Depression ain’t something you just get off of. You can’t get clean from depression. Depression be like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch where it hurts. It always be there, though.”