Again.

It happened again.

That pounding in my chest.

The endless downward spirals of my mind – that dropped me deeper and deeper until there was no light in sight. 

I couldn’t breath. 

I couldn’t separate truth from fiction. 

My mind couldn’t focus.

The notion to do it hit – to take that step.

My heart ached too hard to fight. 

The tears began to fall slowly – then all at once.

Was this going to be it? 

Was this going to be my end? 

“There is still hope for tomorrow,” a voice whispered.

My heart sank – I knew it wasn’t my time.

I wanted to give up. 

I wanted to rid myself of this agony. 

There has got to be more to this life than this. 

The truth is – my life is beautiful – every life is.

In the good days and the bad days. 

Sometimes it seems like the bad will never end. 

My mind plays tricks on me and it’s difficult to get past those. 

In the good days I forget the bad, but sometimes it’s good to remember. 

Remember the pain to show you how far you’ve come each day. 

The pain may never go away altogether, but light will seep through. 

The tunnel will come to an end – and the spirals will grow smaller and smaller.

I don’t have any answers or any powerful statements, but I do have hope. 

Hope that each day will bring something beautiful – big or small.

The beauty is there.