seesaw

Humans are meant to feel a whole range of emotions.
Being happy all the time is certainly something to strive for.
But don't label me if I'm not.
Don't call me depressed when I'm overwhelmed at the realization that I am responsible for another person's life--a person so tiny, delicate and fragile that it would take almost no effort for that life to disappear. It's frightening, Ms. Dr.
Don't mistake my tears for depression.

If I cry, hug me.
If I rage, try to understand why.
If I choose to love you, feel damned lucky cos you're stuck with me for life.