Living with mental illness is a daily challenge. Its a struggle to get out of bed in the morning. A fight to do the things you planned to do, and maybe a war to walk out the door. You tell yourself, one more day till things get better. One more day till I'm happy. And if things are bad maybe one more day till you're dead.

If you're one of those saying one more day till I'm dead. Keep holding on, because one day, that one more day won't be death it will be life. To choose life is the bravest thing a suicidal person can do. Because even if you don't believe it the world would be a little darker, a little quieter, a little sadder without you.

After years of considering death, I chose life. I chose to live each day to the fullest. Take that trip to meet my best friend. Dance in the rain. And love the world. Sure the world is full of assholes, and the sun isn't always going to shine. But the key to happiness is to enjoy the little things. And think about what you'd miss. Would you miss the way your cat purrs as you hold him. Or maybe you'd miss the taste of your favorite drink, or the long tight hug from your best friend when you haven't seen them in a while. But I realized what I'd miss most of all would be the satisfying feeling of proving everyone who said you wouldn't make it this far wrong.

Almost everyone at least once in their life has been told they couldn't do something. Maybe a teacher said you couldn't do that paper the night before it was due, but you did. And when you got it back you got an A. Maybe you said you couldn't live 6 more months, but you looked at your calendar one day and it'd been a year. We are our own worst critics. We judge ourselves harsher than Simon Cowell on American idol. Prove yourself wrong. See that you're stronger than whatever you're going through and keep fighting. "Even the darkest nights will end and the sun will rise"~ Les Misarables