I was just outside sweeping leaves, and I thought about how much I love my life right now, and how many times in the past I tried to end it.
It seems weird now-I have such a profound fear of death, and a strong love of life. But there were times, my God. I've taken so many pills, and had so many stitches in my arm. I see the scars as a daily reminder to appreciate and love this life I'm in.