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Six years ago, I tried to kill myself with a handful of pills after talking and trying to explain my mental illness to someone that I thought was one of my best friends only for them to completely tear me down and tell me everything that was wrong with me.
After I swallowed those pills, my friends noticed something was wrong and got me to a hospital where I was baked acted. After seeing the way my actions affected those closest to me, seeing my mother cry by my bedside when she thought I was sleeping, my best friends keeping me
Company until I went to an inpatient facility. I spent less than 2 days in there and swore I would never go back. I didn’t want to die, I just wanted to get better. I wanted to do the work to get better. I went to therapy, I started working on myself.
I got a job where I could express myself creatively, I met friends who changed my life. The other night I was reflecting on the last 6 years and what I would’ve missed had I been successful and let me tell you, that list could’ve gonna on and on with a million
Little memories and moments that I would never have had the opportunity to have if I had let myself succumb to the darkness.
I know this thread is long, but I’ve just been feeling an overwhelming gratitude for life lately. I want you to know, if you’re in that darkness, you’re not alone. It does get better. It takes a lot of work, and determination. But it does get better. 
