At the beginning of 2009, I tried to take my life. Something happened that made me stay.
I was thinking today about all the things I would have missed out on if I had died that day.
I never would have made my current best friend or my best friend before her.
I never would have met any of my nieces or my nephew, or had the chance to play with any of them or love them.
I never would have graduated from college.
I never would have gone to work at the humanitarian center, where I influenced hundreds, maybe even thousands, of people.
I never would have seen my siblings and friends get married.
I never would have done so many things and taught so many people and made so many friends. I never would have been able to be such an influence for good.
For some of us, it doesn’t get better.
Some of us have had depression for as long as we can remember and it may never go away.
But… just because it doesn’t get easier, doesn’t necessarily mean it’s not worth it.
Sometimes life is hell. It feels like torture and every breath is agony and you desperately long for relief. But… between the agonizing moments, between the gasping for air, between the uncontrollable crying bouts, there are beautiful, amazing, remarkable moments of pure bliss. There are moments that take your breath away and make you cry or leap for joy.
No, it may not get easier, but… it is worth it.