I remember a time in my life where all I felt was worthless. I felt as if though nothing mattered in my life, and I didn't matter to anyone. I often wondered that if I were to die would anyone even miss me? Before long my thoughts were so morbid and sad, that I would just sit and cry. Soon I would feel as if though no one truly cared for me. I know that by allowing my thoughts to be so morbid and sad, that I missed out on so many blessings in my life. I know that by allowing myself to stay trapped in sadness, I missed out on the joy that there was to be found.