Sometimes—a lot of times—I am down.
I have suicidal thoughts—with no plan—never really a plan—Just intrusive ideations!
I know, because I went some time without medication (while in the trenches), that even though I am treatment resistant, the meds keep me alive!
I repeat… the meds keep me alive!
Life is not necessarily great (there are moments though), but I do what I can, when I can, to make the most out of my life!
Oftentimes, making the most out of my life involves quite a bit of self-care.
And, even then, things are tough—very difficult to share/describe even.
I wish that I didn’t require all that I do to stay alive, and that my bad thoughts would just go away—Forever!
But, that’s not happening—So, I’ll take my life for what it is—and, do my best to make myself proud.
How do you relate to what I’ve written here? Do you care to share?