Lucky

Whenever I get to feeling sad, panicked, hopeless... whenever I find myself facing the depths of despair, I think about how lucky I am.
I think about the billions of people who suffer far worse than I ever have or will. I think about all these people who have no way out of their terrible situations.
I focus on the positive things in my life. I have friends. I have people who care about me, who I care about, who have become more like family to me than my biological family ever was.
I think about happy things, and how I can make anything positive. I look at this life, I'm so lucky to be in college. I focus on that. I'm so lucky to have a job. I'm so lucky, so very lucky.
I think about how there's still holidays and delicious food. I can still go running or sit outside and write or just appreciate the beauty all around me.
I try to focus on how things could be so much worse. And how wonderful and amazing my life is.
Sometimes it's hard to do that. But I try. And if it doesn't work, I let myself wallow for a while, but when it comes to that I usually feel guilty for indulging myself in sorrow.