At one point sooner or later you are going to have to make a decision. You are going to have to decide whether or not you are going to live. I know you are depressed and I know what that is like. I am still not fine myself. But one day I woke up and I made a decision. It was the first decision I made in months. Depression does that to you, it makes you unable to make decisions. I made a decision anyway. I decided to stop thinking about death. I decide to stay alive. I decided not to kill myself. Does it make me any less depressed? No. Does this mean I never think about death anymore? No, but every time I start thinking about it, I force myself to think about something else. Anything, it doesn’t matter what, as long as it doesn’t have anything to do with death, dying, suicide. Does it mean I now believe everything is going to be fine? Sometimes. I am still depressed, I am just not going to kill myself, ever. I am going to live. That’s my decision, what’s yours?
(Source: creationoftheday)
