I want to die — but am thinking how the “Hippie Foster Parents” taught me to survive.

So, I am really depressed and want to die. It’s times like these that my therapist has encouraged me to try to think of positive things. If you read my blog, much of it is written remembering sad and hurtful experiences in foster care, because there were so many. However,  I have written about some positive experiences as well — such as my time with Ms.  Liz, my first foster mom, and about Sara and Bill and my first Thanksgiving; and about a couple of good Christmas memories; and about  good CASAs.  Admist the horrible times, there were some positive times…