I love the rain. It makes me feel so hopeful yet so hopeless. The rain isn't good for depression, because the weather can effect your moods. I inherited depression from both sides of the family. When I'm depressed, I get even more depressed because I have no reason to be. I'm on medication. It works somewhat. What ticks me off is that I can't talk. My mother is the one talking, not me. But the thing is i could never tell my mom i wanted to do a session alone, because it would break her heart. And if i opened up with her there it would hurt her even worse. She doesn't know its as bad as it is, and I have to protect her from the truth. So i cry with the rain, and i cry in the rain. Alone, because no knows to reach out for me.