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I’m an organ donor on my driver’s license which is so weird becuase you pretty much have to die in a hospital to be an organ donor. And you figure if you are in an hospital your family is there and they hopefully already know you want to be an organ donor…

Oh well. I would be honored after death if I could be used for some greater purpose!

So I have never been a religious person, but I have recently come out of the closet as an atheist. It’s actually been quite liberating in one aspect because I now look back and realized I’ve been trying to conform to something I didn’t believe in for a long time. I am however scared because my husband’s family is very religious and I know the onslaught is forthcoming! I also have always thought that if something came between my husband and myself it would be religion….he got turned off from his parents pushing it down his throat, but has recently decided to start attending church again. I hope that a Pastafarian and a Christian can live together in harmony.

I’m really trying to figure this out. I’ve been doing a lot of reading on Major Depressive Disorder and reading books by people who have been through it and I’m just like wow… I mean I know tons of people who are “depressed” and “on meds”, including my dad who tells me all the time he knows how I feel. But his depression stems from PTSD, which is different. I read these pages and I’m like wow, someone gets it, the apathy, the not being able to get out of bed to shower, the idea that life is scarier than death. It’s a strange comfort to know that there are people who have been there, that bad.