Glass Half Empty, or Glass Half Full?

Life consists of lots of running around. Ups and downs and roller coasters and shit. You've heard it before, I'm sure. Optimism, pessimism. All that crud. Every once in awhile, there's that blade of blinding light that cuts through your soul and makes you say, "Yes, thank you, my life rocks!" And then there're the times where there's that dark and ominous fog that surrounds you. Its too thick to cut through, and every time you breath it enters your being, that is, if you don't choke on it first. All you want to do is off yourself. Sometimes you can't tell whether you're heading into that shady area. Sometimes you venture in, and just can't get back out. Other times, there's a way out if you look for it. There're people who show up in those times in your life with a candle or flashlight that cuts through the fog, but there're also those people who drag the fog into your life. Sometimes the fog is overwhelming, sometimes you swallow too much, and there's no way to get rid of it. You drown in it. The fog is the worse thing imaginable.  But most of the time, your life is that gray area, with patches that are lighter and darker. Pessimism can be turned to optimism, and vise-versa,  so those gray spots could all be a little lighter or darker. But as much of this paragraph is composed of already, I'm here to write about the fog. I actually have experience with the fog, I'm not just blabbering on. All of last summer I struggled with the fog. All I wanted to do was sleep until my problems were fixed. When I was conscience, my vision was darker and my outlook on life was horrible. I did try to fight the fog in the beginning and I managed pretty well, but then it got tiring and I let myself become submerged. That was not smart. I cut off much of my connection to the outside world, and only roused myself when it was absolutely needed. I believe the fog was part of the cause of me passing out for the first time ever. After that I found myself pulled out of the fog for the first and longest time that summer. I went to camp with a friend I don't see too often, and had much fun. The fog dissipated, at least for that week. But I came back and the fog engulfed me almost instantly. I was deeper in than before, and had an incident with a ruler and a knife, that I won't go into. The fall brought me back. I had to go to school. Contact with other human beings, my friends brought me back. I thank you guys for that. I've glimpsed the fog a few times this year. Its always there, stalking me, waiting to pounce. I've fought it off most of the time, trying to the best of my ability to keep it off my back. My friends are a big help in my fight. They keep my mind clear(well, as clear as my mind can be), and they keep me laughing, keep me alive. And you have no idea how grateful I am to you guys. I have tips for those of you in, or falling into the fog. The one most useful to me, surround yourself with friends. Don't forget to eat, but don't eat too much. Keep active. Have a healthy sleeping pattern. And always fight it, no matter how hard it gets