Having been blasted out of my own little world...

I'd like to apologize for thinking it's all about me.

While I was dating James, I kind of lost touch with the outside world, friends and family alike.
Now that I've found time, I just caught up on blogs, from my sister, my brother-in-law, my cousin Beth, and I'll have to find time for the rest of my friends as well.
But reading all these, hearing about their worries and hardtimes, and triumphs, too, it's not all bad, made me realize just how selfish I've been.
And it makes me feel bad dumping all my sadness and depression on you all.
Not to say I'll stop, because I think we all need an outlet for all of our junk.
But it's sort of given me another outlook, and I'm thinking, "Hey, it's not all bad, there's more to life than this, and if you think you've got it bad, don't worry, someone else has it worse." And so, though I'm sure I'll have more freakouts, more breakdowns, more "Can this girl sound any more suicidal?" blogs (not that I am, but sometimes...), I'll try to be more upbeat about it, find the bright in the darkness, and learn to laugh a little more, so maybe I can share, and make you laugh, make you smile instead of asking you to put so much effort into doing the same for me.

Thanks for putting up with me.
I love you all,
Emma