Writer's Block: Half full?
I was always an optimist. My glass was always half full, no matter what happened I saw the good side of things; then… I started to work for BOCES. For over twenty years I saw and taught the victims of child abuse as well as having to deal with the abusers. I worked with the handicapped and the down trodden. After awhile I noticed that my glass was half empty and nothing seemed to shine on the positive side of life anymore. Along with this I went through a series of car accidents cumulating with seeing a man run over and killed in front of me. I developed PTSD and depression and have a really hard time just getting out of the house because of the panic attacks, during this battle my also Mom died. I'm working on finding the half full side of life again through therapy, but right now it’s hard to see anything in any kind of a positive light. So the me right now is a pessimist with a hope of being an optimist.