Prozac helped tremendously. Seriously though, without it I wouldn’t be here. So I’m thankful for doctors and drugs that actually work and which can make you feel better about merely existing for the time being, and enable you to enjoy what little pleasures you may be lucky enough to have.

I rejoice in the fact that my kids still want to give me hugs.

I have faith in my childrens’ ability for compassion, and am proud of how they and their fellow kids at school demonstrate that compassion for each other. Their generation is infinitely better than ours was. They’re just nicer people. And that’s what truly gives me hope.