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.

When I was in deep depression I remember thinking I did not want to live like this.  I wish I knew back than what I know today.

I cannot stress enough that if you give it some time the depression will go away.

Therapy and medication may be needed.  But remember every day you can get better.

Never think you’re alone with any mental, physical, or spiritual problems.  There is always somebody thinking about you or praying for you.

I’ll remain anonymous for now.

When I think of Shattered Mind, I think of my history of different mental illness’. Also, I think of normal times in my life. All of which from day to day I will write about in my journal.

It’s always a nice day to be alive!