I Battle Depression

i wonder how to remind myself to think more about the good things happen even though they are rare than thinking about the daily bullies i received in previous workplaces and throughout my childhood, teenage era and post teenage era from my mother.

i am like suffering from some sort of post-traumatic syndrome.

before i can fix myself and live a new life i have already grown old. i am afraid i will never get well, or will recover too late to change anything.