Sweetest and Most Sorrowful Melissa,
I was thinking of you just now, having read your last thread and how very sad you were. I was just looking at your profile tonight and hoping for a possible update of improved news; that you might be feeling better...
I am devastated to hear that you felt it necessary to take such a harmful and hurtful action towards yourself; but find so much promise and hope and joy in your words in which you say, ''I'm back to making the most of life..."
We are all so very proud of you that you can say this even through your grieving and pained heart, and are supporting you 100 percent on your road to healing.
I read your many comments on your thread last week from those that so clearly care for you and your well being. I hope you will go back to that thread and read those responses and now these new ones- and I hope that you will read them often. Know that you are loved, Melissa. Know that you are worthy, and beautiful and valued, and even worth the fight through the storm when if gets this tough.
So many people responded to your cry for help. I'd like to post my response again to your earlier thread below in this one as well. I hope that you will remember that we were all there for you, and always will be too- That you didn't need to hurt yourself. That you never needed nor ever would ever need to again.

Beautiful and Aggrieved Melissa,
So distraught and so shattered you feel; as if the walls around you were a dam breaking apart, releasing a flood of despair so hard not to sink into.
But you mustn't sink. Keep your head above the ever rushing seas of fear because there is so much more that isn't possible to see whilst amidst the crashing and towering waves of this tempest that blinds you.
How could anyone see past a fog so thick, or through winds so strong that it pains the eyes from opening?
Don't cast your anchor into this storm, sweet and aching Melissa.
Even when you can't see the light on the horizon, it is there.
And it is very okay not to see it sometimes to. Sometimes all you can do is to reach out, (albeit blindly still), for the infinite reaching arms of Hope that knows where to find you when you are looking for her.
Hope will find you, dearest and most precious Melissa. And we are all here for you to see the hope and promise that shines so brightly for you, even for the days when the darkness of a storm is covering your eyes away from it.
So, please know that even when you can't see it- that it is there, as beautiful and true as your very own beautiful soul; and we will all hold tight to it for you and keep it strong and bright, until you can use it on your own, to bring you safely ashore.
So pull up your anchor, precious girl, we're all on deck with you and it's time to set sail.
Though it may be trying and it may be frighting, please fight to make it ashore.
You will make it to shore.
And when you do, lay your hand print in the sand. Because there is only one in the world that is you. Truly unique an truly beautiful. A gift to the world, with her own talents none other can do just the like, a mind that none other can think; eyes that none other can see through, and a heart that dances to its own song. A beautiful heart, and a beautiful soul. And a mark- that no one else in the world can leave.
You are amazing and beautiful, unique and exceptional. You are as boundless as the same sea that blinds you, and the same sea that will bring you home.
All my love,
Oceansend