A hometown sweetheart died in a tragic accident this week. And a few months prior, a bright light went out in a girl consumed by her alcoholism. Two  deaths in the span of months, two highly loved, praised, sweet souls taken. I have struggled with depressions for years, you know, the feeling of bringing this shadow with you everywhere you are. I've been a dim light for years. Two bright lights lost, and I'm still here. Feels surreal