When I was 25 and 27 I tried to take my life.

At 25 I shot myself in the chest just missing my heart.  The bullet collapsed one lung and ruptured my spleen.

At 27 I took 50 pills of my medication and was told if they were any stronger I would have died.

That was years ago and since then I learned to have hope.  Those setbacks taught me to ask for help.  I remember thinking how can talking about my mental illness help me. As difficult as it seemed at times, talking about my mental illness and taking my medication saved my life.  I am very thankful for the help I have been given and the support from family and friends.

Today is another day of hope and it only gets better.