Here comes the sun...

I have to come to realize that there are many "Melissas" out there in this world, my friend who passed was not the only Melissa. And being bothered by hearing "Melissa" does me no good at all. I have to understand that while there are many "Melissas" out there, there is only one Melsa, and that will never change, no matter how long she is gone. And only Melsa would be wearing a mustache or a huge, giant, oversized purple pimp hat, so that shuts up the "squirrel circus" in my head.. "Melsa" wins...

Hearing the name Melissa brings me back to the memories I shared with my friend. And that makes me remember how much I miss her. But instead of using the negativity surrounded with the loss I and many others went through, and drown in my pool of sorrow and tears, I have been doing more positive things, and have been focusing on the good times, rather than the dark. And I think she would be happy and proud that I'm changing my ways. And I think she would be happy to know that I am truly getting happier. It's one of the things she always wanted from me.

Today I painted, as I have been doing a lot in the past couple of weeks, but this time was a lot more special because I was painting something for Melsa's mom, and I really can't wait to give it to her. I thank God, or who ever the heck is out there, for the wonderful people I have in my life. Screw the people that only bring me down. I was once told that the people in my life who judge, do NOT matter, but the people who matter do NOT judge. And Melsa's mom is one of those special people in my life who helped bring me up during an extremely dark time. She is such an amazing person, and she is stunningly resilient and strong.

But the dark times are over for now, but I know that there's a chance that they may come back. But next time I'll be prepared for whatever is to come. God, along with my support network won't let me fail, and I don't plan on failing.