to live and let go

I've been going through a severe bout of depression lately. I don't really know why, but, I've been rather distant from my friends and fellow family members. Not many people know this, but Im actually a really insecure person. Like most people, I do need someone to talk to, and well, right now, I'm most certainly in need of a good listener. No, please do not come up with the idea of sending me to a psychiatrist, the last thing I need is to have a sudden, traumatic outburst of emotion in front of a stranger, let alone a shrink.
Hard truth of life #1. : No one is going to be there for you at the time when you most need them. Techincally, you are alone in this world, and if you are encountering a problem, you'll have to fix it yourself. Problems arise in our daily lives, and sulking or feeling dejected doesn't quite make them magically vanish (much to my dismay)
Hard truth of life #2. : The hardest part is letting go. Oh yeah, we've heard this one loads of times before. The truth is, it's easier said than done. We tend to hold on to certain things in life, and when things don't work out the way we expect it to, we get upset. I still remember standing next to my grandmother, several hours before she passed on. I was seven, and yeah, you could say I was pretty close to her. Through tears, my mom had earlier told me that the doctors said my grandmother may not be coming home with us. This, in turn left me feeling completely distraught, and I just wanted to be by her side, hoping to wake her up (literally, I was planning on shaking her if she dozed off. I was seven, okay, give me a break). I guess she sensed my desperation, because she turned to me, held my hand, and told me in a low fragile voice, "Just let go"
I did let go.
Perhaps that's the reason why her death didn't have that much of an effect on me.
That's all folks, see you next time.