My Version of Thriving
I’ve gone through much of my life in a rush to get through...
Topic: depression
I’ve gone through much of my life in a rush to get through...
I was scared to be hopeful because that’s exactly when things would come crashing back down.
If you go to the Merriam-Webster website and search “silver linings,” you’ll find this definition: a consoling or hopeful prospect.
Suicidal thoughts and self-harm urges do not define me. The ups and downs of my recovery do not define me. The worry that I'm disappointing my family does not define me.
I made this for you, friend. I hope it reminds you that no moments are worthless.
I didn’t understand why he fell silent when I cried or the blank look that overtook his face when I had a breakdown. I didn’t understand his resistance to things like therapy and psychiatry.
Imagine someone saying the anguish you’re experiencing is something you made up.
There’s something powerful about coming out to yourself. There’s something powerful about finally knowing who you are.
It’s hard to look back to those moments when I truly did not want to live. It’s difficult to admit you’ve had an honest desire to end your life.
With everything that is happening in the world right now, I feel my depression starting to resurface—it’s waking up with a vengeance as I physically isolate.
Despite all the light that’s surrounding me, inside I feel dark.
As hard as it may be to believe right now, there is still hope.
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