The Little Things

 

This morning, I was sitting in my chair in front of my window, talking to a friend on the phone, when I saw a mother with her two toddlers stomping around in fresh rain puddles in the parking lot. Unbeknownst to me, it instantly brought a big smile to my face. Seeing them laughing and running around with each other made my heart so happy!

Then it came to me; I honestly can't remember the last time I saw kids playing in rain puddles. I should have gone out and thanked that mom. Thank you for making me smile, but more importantly, for encouraging your kids to enjoy the little things life gives us.

How I Found Hope Living with Depression

 

It has been almost two years since I contemplated dying by suicide. It was a dark time. A time that I do not want to go back to. There are days when I can't believe it ever happened. How did I become so hopeless that I thought death was the only answer?

Regardless of how I got to the dark time, I want to reflect on how far I have come today. This is not to say that life has been all rainbows and butterflies—it hasn't been. Life happens. However, when life happens, I am much better prepared for the rough road ahead than I was two years ago.

Is It Just Me?

I'm tired of being everyone's counselor.

I'm tired of being everyone's lover.

I'm tired of being everyone's confidant.