A lot was going on in my social-circle back in Utah, and I was disappointed I wasn't there for it all. Memories came flooding back to me and I was all nostalgic and reminiscent and dramatic and a pathetic mess.
Then, as if God was speaking to me through PostSecret, I saw this:
And I remembered-- I was freaking depressed back then. I hated my life. I was on medication. I cried all the time. What on earth do I think was so great about that time in my life?!