Never give up. Today's wall will one day be a pile of bricks.
Struggling most of life with severe depression, I have always had comfort in being alone. Problem is, we are not alone. What seems to be a release or end to the pain, our family and friends will carrying on their backs.
Not that I haven't thought about it, my last attempt was when I was 17. Drove off a hill going over 65 into a valley trees. Car landed on the nose in a doctor's yard. What are the chances? Nothing mattered to me. Except the look on my mom's face when telling me that she couldn't handle losing me.
Twenty years have past. My mom is no longer with us but we've lost my dear nephew, Zack, to suicide. My sister still holds the pain like it was yesterday. My desire to live may be my own but it's enough to try. Love those around enough to hold on. This moment, the one where you feel like there is no more to give, will pass. I promise you.