“Everything works out eventually,” my friend told me. “It gets better.” But I don’t know what that means. I don’t know what there is to work out. I can’t fix a problem I can’t identify, I can’t hope for something I can’t visualize, and I can’t make myself happy when all I know how to be is sad.” LostSadnessDepressionLonelyAloneHopelessAfraid Author:Callie Byrnes