Does misery love company? I believe so. I remember feeling sad and depressed a lot of the time and that spilling over onto everything in my life. After a while, people didn't want to be around me very much.

It took me a long while to work my way out of that funk. It was like a crutch, a way I defined myself. Identified myself. I let myself get angry, and then I felt much better, lighter, free. I had stepped into the sunlight.

I suppose now I am sensitive to others who do this. I don't think they always realize they are doing it. I didn't.

Some people want to change. Some don't. My heart goes out to those who are still shrouded in darkness. I realize I need to be supportive, but it's tough to draw the line between those who want to wallow, and those who truly want to change.

After all, the definition of insanity is: doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.

Thing is, it seems some of us can bang our head against a brick wall a lot longer than others.