I wish to everything there is in this world that I knew of stability. Maybe instability is my stability. I keep digging to find out where it all started, to find out where it all went wrong but I find no answers—all too far back for me to begin to understand the mess. These cycles of anger, confusion, disappointment, and hurt leaves a void that seems to have a permanent place no matter how much I try to forget and bury them. To say that certain people in your life leave a mark or influence you is an understatement. To deal with all the mess, the only way I could stay sane was to undoubtedly and blindly follow and understand that things could not change. People say things can change if you make it so, but where does one start? From a multitude of problems that is too entrenched in a person’s being, their way of life. Can things change or is it just too late? The only way I could make peace with problems was by rationalizing them and justifying their cause. People often ask me why Psychology? I could finally put a name to the frustrations and justify and rationalize my experiences. I could now reason with myself, “Aah… that’s why.” But it still doesn’t change the fact that things are still the way they are. Even though I understand it, it doesn’t make it less harder to deal with.