I try to write when I can, but sometimes I take long breaks.  I’ve been working on my final film project which is coming out better than I hoped.  I’m still stressed and overthinking about all the work I still have to do and going through the thousands of things that could go wrong.  At least it’s the weekend.  I’m in a sort of limbo where I’m still working a normal job and making money, but doing other creative projects besides my film, which gives me time to decompress a little and reflect on how my life is going so far and I have to say, I’m happy the way things are turning out.  I’m making a film I want to make that I wrote and directed, I got paid to work on a film set for the first time, and looking forward to the next year where I get to move in with my best friend in LA.  To think that almost 2 years ago I was sitting on my bed in the middle of the night crying and looking up suicide hotlines.  To think about where I was then and where I am now makes me so thankful that I sought help.  I’m the happiest I’ve ever been and that’s saying a lot for someone who’s been depressed since age 12.  One of these days I’ll tell the whole journey, but for now, I’m gonna go to bed so I can wake up and do what I love.