warning- this is very personal and if you have any intent to leave hate or pass judgement i would kindly appreciate that you skip this post and kindly unfollow my account.
with that being said.. it has officially been 2 months since my admission to the hospital after my overdose. this is a very important day for me.today i am once again reminded of how blessed i am as well as how strong i really am. all though my depression has not ceased to exist, i feel a profound sense of strength and control and my ability to cope with my depression has improved immensely. i equate my improvement to many things in my life including the few people who have stood by me and supported me, my new found passion for living a healthy lifestyle, and my time spent at Generose hospital. within the past two months, after being discharged, there have been moments where i felt like giving up but my support system constantly reminded me why i needed to keep going. whenever i felt like i was on the edge i would go to the gym and lift my anger and sadness out. and when my mind would not give me a break i would remember the lessons i was taught in the hospital. this is a reminder that no matter who you are, where you are, what you have, who you have, you have resources that can help you. you have a future. you have worth. i have worked for years to figure those things out and i am proud to say i am well on my way to finding a sense of inner peace. my life will never be perfect but i can and i will focus on the good parts of my life and learn to cope with the not so good parts. i only have one life and i don't want to waste it. i hope anyone struggling with the same things i do can find a sense of strength inside themselves to overcome those feelings and realize that mental health is a serious issue with no cause for unnecessary stereotyping and judgment. it's all temporary. there's no telling what the rest of your life may have in store and that's the beauty of life. suicide is never the answer #mentalhealthawarenessmonth 💚💚💚💚💚