Today, after completing 8 straight months of depression rehab at a live-in treatment center, I spent my first day out with my 5-year-old daughter. We sat on my parent’s front porch all day making construction paper collages. The sight and sound of my daughter’s laughter and the simple pleasures of cutting construction paper and peeling Elmer’s glue off our hands are the best reminders I’ve had in 8 months of why I’m choosing life.
I did not write this post. Content originally from makesmethink.com.