I just felt I had to let the world know. For the past week, I've been getting more and more depressed and close to just giving in and damaging my foot more by dancing anyway. But I damaged the cartilage on my ankle as well as possibly hairline fracturing it (according to my ex-nurse mom). So, I was quite depressed when I was told not to dance for awhile. You see, dancing is my *takes a breath* Anti-drug, anti-depression, anti-stress, my way to release all emotions, sets me free, makes me feel blissfully happy and energized and gives exercise and EVERYTHING GOOD! But yah...I was gradually and gradually getting more on edge this past week.