About 18 months ago I was on my 'arris and in a psych hospital with suicidal depression after nearly jumping off a bridge. After been released I was on meds and receiving mental health care.
Today I am on no meds, discharged from mental health services, working as a volunteer with paid work in the pipeline (that's a bit slow in coming...)
Theres been ups and downs along the way but today I can honestly say that I love life.
I love waking up in the morning, I love been of use to something other than myself, I love just BEING!
Maybe my mums illness has made me think a bit, I don't know, but just been alive is amazing to me.
Just pondering here...
That's great to hear. Sadly, life will still have it's ups and downs but hopefully you will be able to cope much better. I hope the paid work comes along quickly.
Despite the shitzhu, it's the only life we have, best we see the joy in it. I have been ticking off a sequence of lovely memories today. This time six years ago I was with my mum and bridesmaids with the hairdresser and magaritas.