Late last month, I took a break from blogging and writing to deal with the loss of a friend. I'd lost an aunt two weeks prior, and hearing about another death overwhelmed me with negative emotions. So I wasn't in the right frame of mind to blog, write or do anything else, really.

Taking this break wasn'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'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've felt in days, and I'm grateful for those many times when people saved me from myself.

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

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