For the past six years I have been in my funk. Today it felt really bad. My guardian angel, the one who found himself to me when it all started, hates it when I am all sad and depress. He just came by to say that he still hears me. Shaking my bed is his way of telling me he is here. He bought hope with him. He smells good and I feel great, my depression feels gone. I am bubbly again. Thanks for the hope exactly what I needed.

I can still feel, all that loving & kindness while I write this. It feels good.