Some days I find it hard to move. It's hard to force myself to swing my legs off of my bed and place my feet on the ground. I manage to convince my body to move and have some sort of emotion show on my face. There is hardly an emotion I haven't felt. Most all of them I have felt repetitively, sadly they have been the not so good ones.

My life started out okay. Though I was kicking and screaming, there was still a chance for me. That chance was quickly swiped by my not so motherly mother.
She took many things from me, including my ability to forgive.
I have since rebuilt that ability, but there are still kinks to be worked out.

Many things have been swiped from me in this so called life, but there have also been many things given to me.  I have been given love throughout the rough times. I have been given love when I was cold and dirty laying in the grass after I ran from all of my problems. I was once told hat running from your problems wasn't a bright thing to do because our problems have gotten an award in track, a sport I gave up on a long time ago.

Though I can no longer run from my problems for I am  bound to their back, I can still take control from time to time.
There isn't always gloom hanging over you, there will always be sun shining somewhere. Open up, there is a plethora of people waiting to hear your story. You won't have to beg for their approval, you already have it.