Self Pity and Anger

Okay. that was a joke. Not very funny, but we take it where we can. (the thing about the picture was definitely not a joke) but away we go. My story begins with the descent into hell with the innocuous idea that I thought I was doing just fine. Graduated high school. Went for secondary education. Came back home and, and, and. Found out I was not suited for the job as the criteria at the time didn't allow for a girl to do the job. Never mind that I graduated number one in the class. That was my starting point of how depression (which is chemical) got started in my brain.  Wait. That was an unintentional lie. It started way before that, but I was so young at the time that I didn't have words for it yet. Yeah there were some other factors, but more about them later. Here is what I really look like now. Hope you join me on this journey.