Mommy has depression

There are two things I can do very well: banana bread and storytelling. Now, since I do not plan to open a Banana-bread-only bakery, I guess I'll stick to the storytelling thing. 

So, once upon a time, there was this lady who had a pretty good life. She had this amazing family, great friends, a nice house, even a perfect dog. But she was born with a curse, a kind of a blindfold in her brain that made her unable to enjoy any of the great things she had. With the help of her friends and family, she set up on a quest to find a spell to remove the curse. But time went by, and they couldn't find the spell. Along the way little by little, people gave up on the search and even on her. At times, she gave up to...

By this ending, you could say I'm a terrible storyteller. The thing is, this story hasn't ended yet. I'm still trying to find this spell, this magic potion  that helps me have a few more better days than bad ones and get a sort of happy ending to this tale. Maybe by letting here some of the pain out, anonymously, I can find the way. Or at least, keep on looking.