For most of my life I debated with anyone who told me that influences make people who they are. I strongly believed that the choices we made were the sole reason for the life that we live. Before I get too much more into it lets define these two words.
Thought I would repost this, as I feel it is an important part with dealing with depression.
Leaving a town that had only some good memories is not hard. The unknowing of what it will be like, or if you you will finally make it away somewhere else is daunting but at the same time exciting. New people, new experiences, and only a little guilt for leaving behind the ones that you love.