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.
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I think it's great that you have turned those scars into such a positive reminder of the value of your life!
Thanks Dan. I need reminders to seek out the positive!
I wake up every morning and wonder why.
Why we're here? Or why bother to go on?
There is a reason we are all here. I have no idea what it is, but there must be a reason I've hung on for so long. I bet there's a reason for you too. You'll find it. Don't give up looking.
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