One year and a half ago ......
I tried to end my life. It's not that I wanted to die, I just wanted to stop hurting. I ended up spending 10 days in a inpatient psychiatric unit. I got out feeling like I could take on the world. Til Jan, when I crashed and burned and ended up another 5 days inpatient. I would love to say that that last stay put all the pieces into place and life is perfect. But I am not going to lie. Some Days are still hard! Some Days I don't want to get out of bed, some days I still fantasize about ending all of it. BUT everyday I get up, I take my meds, once a week I attend virtual therapy, and when I need to I have some conversations with my husband about how I need his help. I am grateful for everyday with my family and friends, I am grateful I am still here, and I am grateful for all the love and support I have had. This past year I have spent learning who I am. Taking time for myself, and getting out of my comfort zone to try new things. I have grown more this past year, then I have my whole life. If you are struggling, I beg you to please reach out to someone, anyone. I am always here. Life is worth living I am learning.