Where I am and how I got here

I was little.  Then I grew up.  Life was hard.  Then things became bad.  I was sad, so very sad.  I forgot about living.  Then I woke up.  I realized I had been missing out on life.  I decided to start living again.  

It has been hard to pick up the pieces.  There are days I want to forget again, to care less.  But when I realize how much I had been missing, I don't want to miss out on anything else.

While I was sad I was never quite awake. It wasn't that I didn't care so much as I couldn't care.  Now that I am awake I have that choice again.  Choosing to care was hard.  Part of me wanted to go back to sleep and continue to ignore everything around me.  

I am glad I woke up.  Glad I started living again.  Glad I'm not missing out on life.  I still have a long ways to go.  I find new pieces of life that had been forgotten and I have to figure out how they fit.  Being awake enough to figure it out is nice.