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---->Someone told me today that they think I am depressed.

I laughed at that thought really because depression by definition is, A psychiatric disorder characterized by an inability to concentrate, insomnia, loss of appetite, anhedonia, feelings of extreme sadness, guilt, helplessness and hopelessness, and thoughts of death.

Okay Thanks Friend. Could you insult me more?

In reality, I am not depressed. I simply am going through a period of transition.

~Let us picture a FUZZY CATAPILLER. She has black hairs, a bit fuzzy, a bit plump. As she inches her way along a strong tree branch in the sun, she looks forward to her destination.

The road is a long one, for the FUZZY CATAPILLER is slow, yet determined to do what it takes to get where she would ideally like to be.

As the end of her chosen tree branch nears, she works feverishly on her cocoon. The sun goes down she crawls inside exhausted. The moon comes up as she falls into a deep slumber. The stars twinkle in the distance.

A new day is dawning.

The sun is kind and rises slowly in honor of the FUZZY CATAPIRLLER for the sun knows that today is the day when she will be a new.

The warm kiss of the sun on her cocoon awakens her from her deep sleep. She opens her weary eyes and begins to arise from her cocoon. No longer covered in fuzzy hair and a plump belly, hungry has arrived and she is restless, eager for her freedom. She realizes she must struggle as before. She must break free of that which has kept her caged for a few nights.

In minutes, she reaches freedom and stretches her brand new wings to fly.

Off on a journey to explore the world.

So this person, who said I am depressed, has somehow stumbled upon the FUZZY CATAPILLER on the way down the tree branch. Of course, I look depressed sometimes. Its a long, tough road for some of us. I still have my FUZZY HAIR and plump belly..

Not all of us have the luxury to fly, quite yet.~