Today marks the 8th year since I've been out of critical clinical depression. (Yay!!)
Sometime around September 2015, I was told to have meds to manage my stress and depression and I couldn't stand it anymore. I used to cry every night. The following October I had serious thoughts of running away or suicide. Every. Single. Moment.
Breathing was hard, existing was painful. I had no strength, physical, mental or emotional to handle my life and I could feel the groundbreaking beneath my feet.
Had Genius not spoken to me, on this day, 8 years ago... I would have been either lost or dead.
So, thank you Genius, for being there for me.
By your grace, I've received a second life; I promise to live this one well.
You'll be proud of me one day. Pakka.
Love, R
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13.10.2021
