Late last month, I took a break from blogging and writing to deal with the loss of a friend. I& #39;d lost an aunt two weeks prior, and hearing about another death overwhelmed me with negative emotions. So I wasn& #39;t in the right frame of mind to blog, write or do anything else, really.

Taking this break wasn& #39;t easy, not just because writing was my only source of income, but also because it was the only way I knew how to vent my emotions.

This morning, I woke up feeling emotional, so I opened some blog posts I wrote months ago when I was at rock bottom.

I didn& #39;t read them, though; I only read the comments people sent me that time I badly needed encouragement, and, somehow, this made me feel loved and less alone.

I feel more alive now than I& #39;ve felt in days, and I& #39;m grateful for those many times when people saved me from myself.

In case you& #39;re wondering, there& #39;s no moral lesson behind these tweets. I& #39;m only leaving them here as a reminder of how far I& #39;ve come to give up now.

Hopefully, I& #39;ll look back at this thread someday with a happy smile on my face. Hopefully, this will all make sense in the end.